#his endearing eyes everytime he does it tho

[zhng96]

𝐁𝐅 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒 — zb1

↳ pairing: ot9!zb1 x gn!reader

↳ warning: fluff for those w a sweet tooth <3

— 𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐈𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐆

↳ moving you by your waist

- sidewalk rule is something HE LIVES BY

- when you’re blocking his way he’ll gently just grab your waist and beckon you to move UGH

- he is so boyfriend i will die

- he lives for the flustered look on your face EVERY TIME HE DOES IT

- you swear you will never get used to it

- you are walking on the side closer to the street? NOT GNNA HAPPEN UNDER HIS WATCH!

- you’re a little too close to a high ledge? NOT UNDER HIS WATCH

- you’re a little lost?? he’ll guide you by gently pushing you by the waist EHEHEHHE

- got me giggling n all..

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— 𝐙𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐎

↳ is constantly taking candid pictures of you :(( (he has a whole album he organized once a week on his phone)

- he wishes he could inject your reaction tho finding out every time he takes a picture

- he finds you so endearing istg

- he will purposely turn his ringer on so you can hear the camera snap

- sometimes he already awaits your reaction to the first snap so he takes a picture while your eyes are wide in realization

- he treasures it forever (it’s his lockscreen)

- i can imagine you guys being on face time while you are getting ready for the day and he just does the face time screen shot thing

- hes so boyfriend im afraid 😣😣 (pt2)

— 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐁𝐈𝐍

↳ always takes one flower from the bouquets he buys you to know when to buy you a new one

- we need more hanbins in the world 💔💔

- this man buys you a bouquet without you even asking he is literal perfection

- he sets the one flower on his window sill and always makes sure to check it everyday before leaving for work to know if he has to buy you a new one or not </3

- the first time he did it he texted you “hey since the last bouquet died do u prefer lilies or peonies?”

- you went feral LIKE HOW DID HE KNOW??!!

- and then when you went over to his house one day you saw a flower similar to the ones in your bouquet and you connected the dots

- he goes to the same flower shop every time too

- he goes to a locally managed one!! he thinks the flowers are prettier there than at any supermarket

- the old lady who runs the store is basically his second mother and told him to bring you so you two could meet

- he is so boyfriend it is actually crazy (pt3)

— 𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐊 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐖

↳ buys everything that reminds him of you

- he is so adorable

- he’s out with his friends and he finds a plushie that resembles you?? yeah he’ll buy it

- some times he gifts them to you but sometimes he’ll keep it

- when you ask him about it he’ll be like “oh it made me think of you!”

- one time you noticed a cute plushie in the backseat of his car and you asked him where and why he bought it

- he said “it reminds me of you! that way every time im driving it feels like you’re with me :)”

- you melt EVERYTIME

- HE IS SO BOYFRIEND (pt4)

- you guys build a ikea shelf for your room solely used for displaying matthew’s trinkets he bought thinking of you :(

- he says its the yn museum LOLL

— 𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐄

↳ constantly bumps into you as you walk

- it sounds annoying but it’s actually really endearing :(

- times he can’t hug you he’ll touch you by teasing and bumping into you

- he’s also distracted and just so comfortable and immersed in your conversation that he can’t walk straight

- (but he doesn’t tell you that)

- sometimes he almost pushes the both of you off the side walk LOL

- he finds moments where being playful but also being close to you are his favourite memories

- sometime when you get tired of it you just hold his hand which suddenly makes him stop hehe

- he just wants to be close to you is all

- and tease you <33

- boyfriend coded (pt5)

— 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐍𝐑𝐔𝐈

↳ sets food on your plate whenever you eat out

- AHHH THIS MAKES ME SMILE SO HARD

- i feel like hes not the most openly affectionate person,,, like he shies away from pda n all that

- so instead he shows his love through his actions!!!

- you guys are out eating at a kbbq place and hes just placing some meat or rice on your plate </3

- he’s so attentive w/ it too like when he notices the pile is slowly getting smaller, he takes more off of the grill and sets it on your plate :(((

- when you take notice he smiles, places more and goes “here you go” AHHHH

- once u got to the last piece on your pile its tradition to feed it to him :))

- he happily accepts

- he’s so lovely :((

- and so boyfriend </3 (pt6)

— 𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐆𝐘𝐔𝐕𝐈𝐍

↳ touching you with his cold hands

- LIVES for harmless teasing

- he’ll take his hands and cup your cheeks with them :((

- he loves the squeal and the cute little face you make :((

- HE JUST LOVES YOU!!!

- sometimes you guys are cuddling in bed and he’ll put his hands under your shirt and rest them on your stomach

- you squeal again which = happy happy gyuvin

- he always apologizes w kisses afterward tho :)

- now you are both happy

- GAWD HE IS SO BOYFRIEND (pt7)

— 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐆𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐊

↳ whenever you ask for one of his hoodies, he sprays a fresh spritz of his cologne on it

- he likes any opportunity to give you his hoodies :))

- he acts like he doesn’t see you basking in the cologne the hoodie absorbed the first few times he gives you his hoodie

- so now he makes sure to give it an extra spray before giving it to you :))

- he’s considered buying you the cologne as a gift once actually

- but he likes the feeling of keeping the secret that he knows how much you like the scent so he decides against it :)

- he likes seeing your smile every time you put one of his hoodies on not knowing he was admiring hehe

- bf coded (pt8)

— 𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈𝐍

↳ compares you to cute and funny animal pictures

- im tempted to make a seperate imagine for this its just so cute

- you’ll just be going about your day and he’ll text you

- he’ll just send the picture of an animal and say “you :)”

- you ask him to elaborate (he has picsart downloaded just for this moment) so he sends a collage of a picture of you resembling the actions or face the animal makes

- he is so cuteness i will die

- when you guys are hanging out he’ll take it phone screen and open up a picture of an animal and hold the screen right next to you face

- he inspects it like he’s an artist and just giggles

- you live for it tho

- oh can’t forget about the times he would ask you to do a pose and you comply reluctantly and he takes a picture and adds it to his collection of pictures that resemble an animal :)

- yea he has an entire album on his camera roll

navi. mlist.

[hum-suffer]

I'm Yours 2

Ishan has always been a light sleeper. His mother was proud of him and his dad, a man who craved snacks at midnight, bemoaned his habits.

So when he wakes up on Sunday morning with a fresh gajra tied on his wrist, for a moment, he wonders if this is a hallucination or a dream. He blinks and pinches his thigh, the sharp sting reminding him that it's reality. He frowns, and touches the gajra. It's real.

Ishan takes a deep breath.

"Let's bathe first and then deal with this," he says to himself. Another beat passes as he reconsiders his promise to himself. "Maybe have some tea first."

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He's so fucking glad that he had the tea first.

The moment he was more awake, he was panicking.

Someone fucking broke into his house? His house? His ancestral, beloved house that had marble flooring which made clancking sounds everytime he walked? Ishan cracks his neck and takes another fortifying breath, staring at the discarded gajra on the dining table. It feels very audacious. And flattering.

The thought is horrifying and for a moment, Ishan imagines his grandfather shaking his head at the bloody idiocy Ishan possesses. Wryly, he says outloud,"I'm a very good source of entertainment, aren't I, Dadaji?"

The house obviously remains silent. In a surprising turn, the loneliness he often feels seeps right back in.

He glances at the gajra again. "Hey, at least, someone alive gets entertainment from me."

He knows he should report this. But for now, he doesn't want to care. It's a bloody Sunday and he will be damned if something ruins his Sunday, even if it's a stalker/admirer.

A message pops on his phone just as he's about to wash his cup. 'Did you like the gajra, love?'

'don't have the hair for it, dude.'

He probably shouldn't antagonise a probable sociopath.

But hey, what is life, if not had decisions taken in the spirit of loneliness?

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When he's more settled, in the evening, Ishan goes out for a walk. His body aches in protest and the ink marks on his fingers dictate his profession to anyone who cares to see.

End of semester season is horrible, but more so when he already has to plan so much. Tomorrow's the seminar for something techy— Ishan doesn't know, he's the Hindi teacher, and he'd rather prefer not to know. Those things just rot his brain and he hates the seminars more than students, probably, but he'd do just about anything to take some load off of Virat bhaiya. Jaddu almost always lightens the mood at seminars, and he's back from his holiday to Jamnagar, and Ishan is counting on him to be the better part.

Apart from Shubhman, that is.

Ishan cannot get over his silly little crush, no matter how hard he tries and he hates it. That's a celebrity. A good looking, smart philanthropist who also owns a registered firm.

Ishan doesn't know the name of the firm, he realises with a groan. He gets his phone out, shoots a quick text to Shreyas to prepare the introduction speech for Shubhman.

The admirer, has sent him another message.

'Do you have any favourite colour?'

'yes, it's the shade stfu of the colour mind your business.'

'Lol. Really, tho. Don't make me dissect your wardrobe and make a guess, love'

Ishan's eyes narrow. He's not going to be ordered around by this bullshiter.

'Be my guest, love'

'i'm gonna overlook the rudeness for that endearment'

'Im gonna kill u'. Ishan doesn't even realise he's smiling until he casts a random glance at the windows of parked car. He controls his smile instantly.

'your looks already have'

Ishan scoffs at the blatantly cheesy line. Ew. 'Stay dead.'

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'You have an awful amt of blue clothes'

The message greets Ishan early in the morning, and so does the smell of jasmines. He looks down and there it is— a gajra tied on his wrist.

The pounding headache that he already has becomes more pronounced as he passes through the motions of his schedule, the message a background chatter in his head until he has the cup of tea in his hands.

So.

That happened.

Yesterday's gajra and today's gajra, side by side, stare at Ishan. Ishan gulps. He should not have done that— any of that.

"Kya kar Raha hai tu," he mutters to himself as his thumb hovers over the block button. Why is he hesitating?

(Maybe because he doesn't care of he's dead or alive. Maybe because he wants the attention. Maybe because the idea of being so desired makes him warm. Maybe because someone only focusing on him makes him feel cherished.

Ishan doesn't dissect these ideas.)

He blocks the number and reports it for good measure.

He's already almost late— the quest to find his beloved oversized blue silk shirt had taken too much time. He's probably left it back home, maybe. He doesn't remember taking it there but he's always been clumsy so who knows? He'll continue the quest later.

The smell of jasmines cling to his nose even after he's deliberately choosen a woodsy perfume.

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Shubhman is at perfect time.

Avesh, the admin staff manager, came almost running to Ishan when Shubhman, bless him, called in advance to say that he'll be at the college withing fifteen minutes.

If Shubhman keeps this up, Ishan will do something embarassing— like quoting Hannibal or something. The sheer appreciation Ishan feels for the man is beyond words.

As always, Rohit bhaiya had forgotten the matchsticks somewhere but Jas had come through and Ishan is now running around only making sure the height of the mic and the placement of flowers.

Siraj drags him forcefully to the gate of the faculty, to greet Shubhman. A volunteer student clicks photos as Virat Bhai hugs Shubhman, who always appears star struck at the attention from their resident King. Rohit bhaiya squeezes Shubhman in a tight hug and the smile Shubhman has on his face is blinding.

(Ishan wishes someone was as happy to see him. His colleagues are always fun, but they have lives— Ishan doesn't.)

When Shubhman turns to him, Ishan can't help but stare. He's wearing a navy blazer over a white shirt and dark blue jeans. His eyes, they're dark and intense. Ishan feels frozen.

"Ishan." His voice sounds so fucking good. He steps forward and before Ishan can hold his hand out for a handshake, Shubhman steps in his personal space and gives him a side hug.

Ishan breathes in, to calm his heart, and catches a distantly familiar scent from Shubhman. It's probably a kind of perfume Ishan knows, he's obsessed with scents.

"Shubhman. It's a pleasure to meet you again."

What the FUCK is he saying. Ishan wants to dig a hole in some lonely ground and bury himself. A pleasure to meet him? Could he be anymore obvious?

"Trust me, the pleasure is all mine."

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The seminar goes on for two hours, perfectly adhering to the scheduled time and Shubhman has prepared enough to be also able to do a QnA. Ishan will marry him.

The students rush out of the seminar hall without a second thought, all of them sleepy and wanting to enjoy the rest of their day after the cancellation of their classes.

Ishan hums to himself as he wraps up the extra papers and wires, the bag for Shubhman ready to take. "Tulsi, reusable pen, certificate." He counts everything outloud and puts the bag aside. Someone lifts it up instantly. Ishan whips around, seeing Shubhman standing there grinning at him.

"Hello, there."

"Hi, Shubhman. How long have you been standing here?"

"Just long enough to hear that aap Mumbai aa sakte hai."

Ishan feels his face heat up instantly and shakes his head. Shubhman laughs. "Come on, I feel like we should close this hall before someone closes us inside it."

Would it really be so bad?

Oh god, when did he turn into a desperate teenager?

Ishan follows Shubhman out, talking about measley things like movies and songs, to see him off and help him settle with the gifts but they're met with Virat bhaiya and Rohit bhaiya standing at the gate of the faculty and a thundering rain.

Fuck.

They both despise the rain. Ishan does too, to be honest. Almost everyone at the college hates it. Mostly, because after rain, their usually pristine college roads turn into water holding corners at some areas and the greenery in their college always allows for mosquitoes after a good rain.

Virat bhaiya shakes his head,"Unnatural rains, at the time of diwali no less! Kya zindagi hai yaar."

"Why are you being dramatic?" Ishan asks with a groan,"I have to go back on my bike! I'm already applying for sick leave for tomorrow, Rohit bhaiya."

Before Rohit bhaiya can say anything, though, Shubhman frowns at him. "But why do you want to get soaked? I have my car, I'll drop you off at your place."

"Absolutely not, I'm not going to impose on you like that. And what about my bike?"

"I'll send Rutu or someone with it tomorrow to pick you up, bhai." Rohit bhaiya says. "Don't get sick uselessly! Shubhman is right, you don't need to get soaked for nothing."

Shubhman nods along,"And it's not imposing if I offered. Come on, let me do my good deed for the week."

Ishan looks helplessly at Virat bhaiya. He lifts his chin and gives him a reassuring look.

"Okay."

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Tagging: @mayakimayahai @kyayaarkiraa @ispeakmorelanguagesthanyou @onthecloudseven @khwxbeeda @ek-ladki-bheegi-bhagi-si @fortunatelycrazyyouth @ishkrisq

[midnightmah07]

4 6 and 20 FOR DAIGGIE

HELLOOOOO<33

4. Who embarrasses the other in public with kisses and pet names?

Ruggie 100% I don't even need to think about it. I lost count of the amount of times I drew Ruggie completely whipped and being all annoying and overly romantic around Daisy in public😭😭 good thing is!! Daisy is actually very into the fact that Ruggie is so romantic to her (not all the time ok I don't want him to be ooc, but sometimes I like to think he very much is), but she is a very conservative(?) person so she gets really embarrassed when he is physically affectionate with her in front of others😭 she doesn't mind pet names tho!! She calls Ruggie "love" and "dear" all the time in front of others and likewise she doesn't mind it when Ruggie calls her "blossom" or "pumpkin" at the presence of others

6. What small quirks do they love about each other?

Daisy likes Ruggie's laughter wayyy too much,,, the first time she heard it she thought it was somewhat strange yet endearing, but after she became friends with him she started really looking forward to hearing him laugh; everytime he does it makes her whole day, she gets really happy just by hearing his "shishishi"🥺

Ruggie loves how Daisy wrinkles her nose when she's smiling a bit too much or when she's upset, he finds it absolutely adorable,,, they don't fight much but when they do sometimes Daisy wrinkles her nose and suddenly Ruggie isn't mad anymore. What were they fighting about??? Who cares, he needs to kiss her this instance— jokes aside he genuinely finds it such an endearing trait and it drives him crazy, he always feels the need to kiss her nose when she does it

20. Who infodumps and who listens with heart eyes?

I think somehow... Both? First of all I kinda see both Ruggie and Daisy as "listeners" and not the "yappers" lmao, but when Ruggie gets excited about donuts/food, Daisy will always listen very carefully and happily, and if Daisy gets passionate about cleaning or her fairy tale stories, Ruggie will make sure he pays attention to every single detail💙

[crusty-chronicles]

Uhhhh i kinda just wanted to put some ideas I’ve had when reading ur ging hcs since I was kinda imagining y/n towering over ging just cuz 🤷

Like giving ging nicknames like papa Smurf, minion, short stack or patty cake, in an endearing way of course or just the reader suddenly picking him up if he’s being stubborn over stupid shit and dragging him around despite the little collar backpack?? Thing he put in us so we don’t get lost . Maybe like crouching in the ugliest way possible or getting on the ground to see eye to eye cuz I was thinking like he would have to Crain his neck up since he would only be able to see our Tatas or something idk this is kinda dum 😍🗡️

No, you are so right. Gings just exudes short king vibes and in this specific scenario, he's gotta have a himbo or Amazonian S/o. You ever see a mastiff just drag the owner across a yard? That's Ging if he doesn't use nen to keep you still. This is y'all and I will die on that hill.

Can confirm he goes flying if Y/n sees something cool and runs towards it. Like he'll be talking to vendor and all of a sudden he's being dragged through the town because you saw a butterfly.

He learned his lesson so everytime you go out, he's constantly using nen so he's prepared when you pull. (Definitely dislocated his shoulder a few times.)

Can totally see them calling Ging fun sized when they want to embarrass him. Also Papa SMurf???? Has me cackling. Definitely when Y/n finds out about Gon.

I feel like in this specific scenario, Y/n has too much golden retriever energy to really tease Ging about his height. Like it does not compute for them that he's a little stinker.

However- they will use cutesy terms when describing him.

"Ging? You mean my little guy? My tiny tater tot? My grumpy little armrest?"

And he hates it.

Does not like when you stand behind him because he is in titty range and it's emarrasing. In private tho? He's cuddling. The masterlist header? That's him.

If he ever gets upset and you pick him up, he's seething.

"Put me down and let me kick this guy's ass!!!"

"No, he didn't do anything."

He will bite if you don't put him down.

You ever see Chucky kicking his little legs???? Ging when you carry him away from fighting randos.

Also this-

You cannot tell me his Airheaded S/o wouldn't do this for him. And you cannot tell me the zodiacs wouldn't make fun of him for it. But this is the one time he does not give a shit.

They're just jealous🙄🙄🙄

He's also very shocked that you managed to do this without cutting yourself. But hey, at least there's a brain in there.

Gets pouty if his lunch doesn't look like this.

"Are we breaking up or something?"

"I'm sorry, I broke my alarm so I didn't wake up." 🥺

"Well get it fixed! Hell, I'll buy you a new one! My sandwiches aren't gonna cut themselves into hearts!"😤😤😤

[soapiemomorphine]

2012 x Rottmnt Reincarnation Au

The babes feeding habits:

(If you want the premise go here)

(To not cause confusion the 2012 turtles chose new names bc their old names were already taken in this dimension: Leo=Rihito, Raph=Ares, Donnie=Galileo, Mikey=Michael )

Because the 2012 turtles remember how to feed themselves, having the memories of an 18 year old but having to be fed can be kind of embarrassing.

Rihito

He’s probably the most embarrassed about having to be fed. He barely asked for help in his last life, so being a baby has been difficult for him. He tries to feed himself but his motor skills don’t really work yet and he has stabbed himself multiple times in the eye.

And he gets very sad, and he ends up crying bc babies can’t control their emotions. It’s always a struggle to feed him bc this process of him trying over and over before crying (and pulling at everyone’s heart strings). It happens every time. (Except for when Rise Splinter is feeding him, he does what ever his rat grandpa wants no hesitation)

Ares

Ares is a little shit because ofc he his. However he doesn’t want to look like a dumbass (cough, cough, like his brother) so he lets himself be fed, BUT ONLY BY CERTAIN PEOPLE!!!!

You try to baby talk to him, or feed him food he doesn’t like, or you accidentally poke his eye, he’s slapping that shit out of your hand everytime

People on his shit-list: Leo, Draxum, Cass, Donnie, Raph, Casey Jr.

People he lets feed him: April, Splinter, Mikey

Micheal

Everyone loves feeding Micheal! It's really easy to feed him because is not picky, this boy can and will eat anything. He embraces being a baby because he wants a chance to live the childhood he never really got to live and he likes being the center of attention.

Also he knows it makes the people on Ares's shit-list feel better.

Galileo

Galileo used to be hella embarrassed that he needed to be fed, but logically he can’t feed himself because his muscles aren’t strong enough to hold a spoon and his coordination isn’t good enough and he’s smart enough to do the math.

So he lets himself be fed and doesn’t rlly have a preference on who feeds him. He wants to be productive while eating tho, so he’ll grab a book to read during feeding time.

Donnie finds this very endearing and now he became Galileos main feeder and he will fistfight anyone who tries. Galileo likes when Donnie feeds him too, because when Donnie’s feeding him it requires the least amount of concentration.

[fujunfuren]

Headpats

[delugguk]

22 with Jungkook 💞

request from this post (not taking more for now)

"hiding their faces in the other's neck"

pair: jungkook x reader

what happens here?: they aren't a couple but clearly act like they are.. it's just not.. official omg. this is cute tho....

word count: 589

note: think about camping vlog jk in his nautica hoodie but at night for this..

the fire pit only works for lighting and warmth when,

"I feel safe when we're hugging like this." your words are muffled by jungkook's neck since your head is hiding in it and even when your words vibrate onto his skin making his whole body shake and heart race, he asks;

"like this?" clutching more of your body against his as it is also so cold outside.

you laugh when he does it because his head also gets buried into your neck as his hot breathing touches the sensitive skin of it. "yeah.."

"me too." he places a kiss while he speaks.

"really?"

"mmh." his deep, endearing hum sending shivers through your body.

"you feel safe with me?"

it's not that you can't believe his words, but the reason why jungkook makes you feel so safe and well protected is because you feel so comforted around him. he's so calm, he gives you that energy. he feels so strong too everytime you hugged him, you feel like he could beat anybody that ever tried to hurt you and while you were also strong too.. you don't think you could fight and defeat monsters if they were all against you and he was there throwed on the floor asking for help. so yes, you were curious about his answer.

just what do you do for him to feel.. safe around you? It is a very valid question, isn't it?

"completely."

you can't help but gasp a little because he doesn't even hesitates. "mm, care to explain how? or.. why?" you giggle and he does it too.

"don't believe me?" his head is no longer into your neck when he asks, only going back into its position when he sees your eyes eager looking for an answer. making him smile internally. why were you so curious?

"you love me." he pauses. "you love me, a lot actually." he chuckles only to switch into a more serious tone, caressing your waist. "that makes me feel confident and like I can be myself around you. you make me feel safe because I know I can always count on you, I know you'll protect me from malicious people just like I do it with you, you feel safe because of the way you carry yourself around. you listen to me, care for me and overall feel so strong around me. mentally and physically, baby." he breathes, "you are.. perfect to me." ending up looking into your eyes now. the fire only reflecting on his eyeballs..

he was so pretty in this moment and in any other moment, but his gaze right now.. unexplainable. you dont think you've ever seen him look at you this way.

"cat got your tongue?" he softly smiles when he cups both your cheeks.

"I.. don't know what to say." you let out a nervous chuckle and you don't even know why. maybe because you didn't expected him to be so detailed? maybe.

"it's okay baby, you don't need to say anything." he kisses your nose, "you can tell me any other time. tomorrow, if you want. tonight, if you'd like." he chuckles, "whatever you want. do you want to sleep?"

staring at him, why he has to be so good.. - you nod with your head and follow him or well, more like he carries you as soon as you agree.

that night you had a lot of thoughts in your head and love in your heart and wondering if you would ever be able to deliver it all to him someday.

[jxngh]

pretend ⊹ฺ

request : 24 & 30 with jungkook.. 😏😏😏 < by @delugguk >

24 “i cant even pretend like i don’t want you anymore”

30 “i don’t think you were meant to send that to me”

pairing : jungkook x reader

genre : almost smut?, fluff a bit

warnings : alcohol intake

word count : 1.1K

a/n : after seeing him jump and sing on that damn little tiktok i finished this fluffy, who can blame me tho? he's so endearing, pretty, talented ughhhh!!! ( the gif is chef's kiss ) andd! you can pick prompts from here for me to write more!

don't be a silent reader pls

coming home after a spontaneous shopping, you sat down on your living room, checking everything you bought. a parfume you were using for a while, wide leg jeans and crop tops, some jewelry that you planned to get but couldn't find time and.. the new black, mostly transparent, dress-like lingerie.

trying it on and checking yourself out in the mirror made you feel so good. you opened your phone and texted your besties that you found the sexiest lingerie.

of course they wanted to see it, so you took a picture and you didn't care about how playful you've seem because.. you know, they're friends and about the hype you.. so you acted like you're biting your left index finger and you quickly tapped your friends' names on the recent chats.

then you waited for their response, but suddenly a different name popped up.

jungkook : i don’t think you were meant to send that to me [ 11.20 PM ]

he was also in the recent chats because you two were working on the same project in your company, creating an initial advertising for your companys newest video game. and you did find him attractive - like everyone else did - ,his passion about everything he does, all black baggy outfits which he hid his toned body, being interested on what you're talking even it's the smallest annoyed expression, the eye smile he gives to you everytime he plays with you.. list was complicated yet full.

he seemed into you too but being coworkers could make things harder for you so you tried to keep it somewhere between flirt and work.

you quickly responded with feeling a little embarrassed, but some part of you desperately wanted him to refer for more.. what was he feeling now?

you : i'm sorry, you were also in my recent chats and i accidentally sent it.. [ 11.21 PM ]

you bit your lower lip and waited.

jungkook : i don't think i'm the one to say sorry.. [ 11.22 PM ]

you : uhm, what do you mean? [ 11.23 PM ]

jungkook : i mean the one you're supposed to send this to.. [ 11.24 PM ]

you : i don't think my besties would need that [ 11.24 PM ]

you typed with a small smirk on your face. he was definitely trying to learn if there's a guy. and to be honest, he was the only guy you felt trustable around you, the one you can try to be more. shit, you had a crush.

jungkook : oh, it's okay then. good night

didn't he believe me? was he cutting this off? didn't he feel anything? or he's trying to be respectful? is it because you're coworkers? ugh, i can't ask him, you thought. but you needed to know.

the next day, you went work wearing a black corset and small black shorts with a leather jacket on. cuz you've already planned to go clubbing with some coworkers, didn't know if they invited jungkook - or if he agreed to join -. your hair was wavy plus you added two small buns in the front, sharp eyeliner with a beautiful tone of red lips. definitely giving rock vibes but also cute. like him.

he looked at you, checked you out very quick and turned back to the screen in front of him after saying a small ' hi '. nd for the rest of the day you felt his eyes on you time to time, especially when you're not looking at him, talking with another people.

you felt a little upset that he didn't even say something about your looks. so you focused on your work till you're out with your friends.

before you left you took a final look at your work before joining your friends who were waiting outside of the company. he was leaving too, but you didn't look longer, maybe he didn't feel comfortable. so you left after saying a small ' bye ', still feeling upset.

but hearing the blast of music on the club, dancing bodies, you felt a bit better and let your body follow the rhythm after having couple shots. and not so after, you felt a big hand holding your waist, turning you back at them gently.

you narrowed your eyebrows and turned around to see who. you weren't expecting to see jungkook. his eyes seemed darker and he looked like he's definitely drank some.

" oh, look who we got here.. thought you were gonna ignore my existence. " you looked up and told these to his face, you could blame on alcohol so your hands found his shoulders, letting him hold your waist.. weren't really planning to hold back anything. " but don't talk now, dance first. " you said keeping his body closer, dancing sensuously.

" fuck, you look so pretty.. " he said with a low voice. then turned you around and pushed his body to you, slowly dancing on your rhythm, face on the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. his hands found your hips and made you dance together. you felt desirable. and with a small peck on your neck, you started grinding on him.

then his pecks turned to open mouth kisses.

" uh, when you move your pretty ass on me like that.. i can't even pretend like i don't want you anymore, pretty. " he whispered with a raspy tone.

then he held you from your wrist and lead you into his car. he was about to start the engine but your lips found each other's, somehow you ended up on top of him.. and the way his lips moved on yours, hands pulling you closer even though there's no space. he kissed you till you're out of breath.

when you stopped for breathing, you started to realize where you're at and what you're doing. your hands on his neck, his hands on your waist with a firm hold and now your eyes were locked. he looked at your swollen lips then closed his eyes, took a deep breath. your hands were now on his chest.

" i don't want you to misunderstand me. " he said opening his eyes. hands were still on your waist but just resting there. " this, " he pointed you both, " is not because of yesterday. " he added. " i've been thinking about you for a long time now, i also think i made it clear that i'm interested in you but never actually said cause of our work.. but i can't hold myself anymore. "

" don't. don't hold yourself, i feel the same jungkook. " and his hands found your cheek, tucked your hair behind your ear, pulled you into the sweetest kiss while you're both smiling.

" so.. you want some ramyeon? i mean for real, i'm hungry.. "

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What would Hawks be like with a really small (like 4’9”-5’0”) s/o who basically has a heart attack everytime he makes a slightly flirty remark and is very shy and quiet who loves cuddles? I loved your hawks fic to deATH you do such a good hawks 🥺🥺

Omg I love this idea so so much!😍 I know it’s been a bit, but thank you for liking my hawks fics 🥺 I wanna write for him more, so hopefully that’ll happen soon! ☺️☺️

Hawks x  reader 

Music Genre: Pop | BNHA

Warnings: cussing, slight suggestive themes

*theres a part thats not  that GN, so just in case Im gonna seperate it from the fic with these symbols-  ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*       I hope it doesnt make it hard to read!

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It painssss meee sm but Hawks is canonly short/average height

(Like isn’t he 5’5” correct my ass if I’m wrong 😂💀)

(*Somebody corrected my ass he is 5’8” YAY🤣🤣🤣🤣)

But if he had an s/o who is SHORTER

Ohoohohohooo get ready for the constant teasing and affection

Also him being so overly protective

For some reason you being smaller than him, his hero instincts kick in and he just wants to protect you 24/7

Wanna go grab yourself lunch? Hes coming

Walking by yourself? Has his hands wrapped around your shoulder

The man is clingyyyyyyyyyyy

He just finds you so adorable-calls you “his little dove” all the time

Especially when you get flustered OH MY GOD he livessss to make you flustered

May have crossed a few lines a few times- all in good fun tho!!!

In his eyes it was good fun lmao

Like the one time you tried to buy furniture for your guys’ apartment

One of the sales associates were helping you two find a bed set for your room, showing you this nice one in one of the show rooms

And this cheeky ass guy goes “Nah, that wont do...need something a little sturdier, know what I mean?” and then nudges you with a wink

LIKE WTF KEIGO

You turn beet beet red, and the poor lady coughs and tried to ignore the comment

You never wanted to die more in your life

But get used to it though, cause this guy will do it constantly just to get a reaction out of you

Has this infactuation with grabbing your ass- 

You could be minding your own business, and this dude will just grab a handful

And will not just do it at home- in public too

He’s pretty sly about it- he’ll have his arm wrapped around your shoulder like he usually does, but then slowlllyyyyy just dips his hand between your shoulder blades, tracing your spine, 

and then next thing you know your squeaking in surprise cause he just groped your rear like it was nothing

His excuse is “You just looked cute- I had to!”

If you wear anything tight forming it just gets increasingly worse

Once you two were invited to this really formal hero’s gala type thing, where you had to wear a really nice dress

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

You got this beautiful, glittering gown, a little more tight forming that your usual attire

You felt really good in it- and he took notice

Ngl when he saw you walk out in that gown he thought he was gonna go into heat early

THIS MAN GOES THROUGH RUTS FIGHT ME ON THIS

“Damn, I dont think my little bird is so little anymore,” he said gruffly, pulling into a tight hug

*cue the flusterdness

Once he sees you flustered- the dude does not stop-

like at all

“You look beautiful you know that?” “Im so lucky to have you little dove,” “Man, wish we didnt have to leave right now, Id love to get under that dress of yours-”

“HAWKS”

At this point you were stuttering from your flusterdness and you needed some relief ASAP

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Even though he loves to make you flustered, 

making you flustered when your being clingy takes the cake

Somehting about you snuggling into him to hide your face after he tells you how beautiful you are or makes flirtatious comments is just so CUTE to him

Usually happens when he says something so flirty you literally feel all the heat rush to your head

You two were having a cuddle session one day, your legs wrapped your his waist and head just resting on his chest

And then he has the audacity to go-

 “You know I love you wearing my clothes...but what Id really like if they were on the floor-hows that sound?”

That particular comment made you really off guard, and you literally gasped 

You didnt want him seeing how affected you were by his words, so you ducked your face into his neck almost immediately

He can feel his heart just melting in his chest when you do that

“Aww did I make ya little too flustered, dove?” hed ask with a chuckle, petting your head

This man can never get caught off guard istg

You just mumble out a “maybe” and UGH its just so cute to him

“C’mon, babe its just me- you dont have to hide,”

Once you finally muster the courage to show him your face, you can barely keep eye contact cause youre afraid you’ll just turn into a stuttering mess on his lap

You cant hide anything from him though

He instantly notices, chuckling as he gently takes your face in his hands, brushing your cheek with his thumb

“Ya know I was only kidding, right? You dont have to do anything you dont want to, babe, ” he smiles at you with the most sweetest, endearing look on his face, his eyes lovingly looking at you

You give him a small smile, feeling a bit less flustered than before

“-but if ya want too, I wouldnt be against it....”

*dives back into his neck wiofhuiweruifhwruifhrwi-

[arhvste]

❛ haikyuu sibling series hcs - general - part 1 ❜

「 includes : kuroo, matsukawa, oikawa, and suna 」

kuroo tetsurō

→ his parents got divorced at a young age and you can’t tell me otherwise

→ but before they did, himself and his older sister were close

→ she wasn’t as boisterous as him but she had a bit of a playful streak in her too

→ would absolutely go along with his scheming pranks on their parents and relatives

→ shes the one who got him into taking academics seriously

→ he always thought his big sister was cool and seeing her studious trait, he decided he wanted to be like her too

→ she’d help him with his own homework after school even if he insisted he didn’t need her help

→ everytime he’d score highly on a test, his sister would be the first person he’d show his little gold stars too

→ her praise meant the absolute world to him because from a young age he looked up to her and seeked some sort of approval from her that he was on the right track

→ when the fighting between his parents got bad, big sister kuroo would always leave her door open for her little brother to retreat into her room

→ she would hush the crying and distract his young fragile state of mind and make sure she did everything she could to stop him from focusing on the shouting

→ stories, board games, colouring, big sister kuroo did it all with him to ensure his mind was occupied with something other than the arguing downstairs

→ she’s his hero even if he doesn’t know it at such a young age yet

→ shes the one who taught him the trick with sticking two pillows against his ears just in case there were some nights she wasn’t at home

→ “see tetsu! it’s like having your head buried by sheep!”

→ when their parents did eventually split, he was beyond devastated

→ his best friend was being taken from him and there was nothing he could do about it

→ pleaded his parents to let them stay together but alas they decided it just wasn’t possible

→ kuroo took a handful of years to fully get over the separation from his sibling

→ hence his shy tendancies and hesitation to trust others at a young age

→ even to this day, the pillow habit stays prominent in his sleeping habits

→ while he was no longer in contact with his sister, kuroo would always think of her first whenever he received good grades or test results

→ would think of her during volleyball games

→ a source of motivation would be to ask himself if maybe his sister were here, would he being doing enough to make her proud?

→ after every accomplishment, his sister would linger at the back of his head

→ even now everyday when he goes to work

→ he can only do his best and hope it would be enough to be ‘cool’ like he always thought his sister was

matsukawa issei

→ big brother mattsun 😼

→ growing up, he was so inclusive of his little siblings

→ he’d never tell his brother or sister to leave him alone or go away

→ mattsun was super considerate and laid back with his siblings

→ as long as they weren’t causing too much trouble, mattsun didn’t really care what they were doing

→ he played with them i know he did

→ hero’s and princesses? pirates? dragons and mermaids?

→ mattsuns played every single one of these and more

→ whenever his siblings would argue, they’d always argue over who gets mattsun on their side

→ whoever won him over was deemed the winner of whatever petty thing it was they were arguing about

→ this little shit played the fuck out of them 😹

→ “hm whoever gets me the leftover pasta from the fridge will get me on their side 😈”

→ “if you go empty the bin then i’ll be on your side.”

→ “issei that’s not fair! that’s your job!”

→ “is it? guess i have to join your sisters side then...”

→ “I’LL DO IT!”

→ makki woukd come over often and his brother and sister loved him

→ he was like mattsun but prettier and “less mean”

→ in fact, all the aoba johsai third years were popular with the matsukawa siblings

→ his little sister was ✨infactuated✨ with oikawa

→ oikawa was “her prince charming” according to her

→ “oi loser, since my sister likes you so much why don’t you babysit for me next week?”

→ “as if! i have better things to do any- -she likes me?! 🥺 yes of course i’ll babysit!”

→ his brother is the opposite tho haha

→ “stupid oikawa don’t come near my sister!”

→ little brother matsukawa was protective asf over his sister

→ would throw hands at the setters legs and waist

→ and you already know mattsun, makki and iwa are just gonna stand there and ignore it

→ all in all, mattsuns one of the best siblings

→ he looks out for his siblings but he’s not overbearing in the slightest

→ these days he often lets them visit him at work when he’s not as home as often

→ “whoever brings me lunch doesn’t get locked in the coffin room”

→ obviously his siblings are bigger now so they just roll their eyes and ignore him ahah

→ he’s still someone they know they can come to if they need to though

→ he’s a good big brother who will listen to them without judegement cause hey, he’s done some questionable things growing up too

oikawa tooru

→ “you’re not allowed to have a boyfriend because i said so! nobody’s good enough for you! 😠”

→ “tooru, i’m older than you 🧍🏻”

→ over protective asf over his sister

→ insults boys that try it on with her to their face 😹

→ “you don’t seriously think she’ll go for you when you look like that do you? 😹 next caller!”

→ shes constantly apologising for his rude ass behaviour 😩

→ he does often seek advice from her though

→ especially when he started garnering attention from girls himself

→ “hair swept to the left or right?”

→ “neither. both are ugly.”

→ yes queen humble him 😈

→ okay but she would actually help him though

→ shes act like shes doing him a huge favour but she secretly likes the fact he comes to her for advice and feedback

→ shopping trips

→ she picks out his clothes because let’s face it

→ he can’t be trusted to be left to his own devices

→ she nearly threw up when she saw the plaid shorts fit 😖

→ she also picked out his glasses too because again, he can’t be trusted to be left to his own devices

→ he hypes his sister tf up !!

→ especially after shes having boy troubles of her own

→ “whatever! he was a loser anyway nii-chan! he would’ve ruined all the family photos if you ever got married to him because he was so ugly! you’re way out of his league!”

→ third year oikawa says it’s on sight if any boy messes with his sister regardless of the fact she’s older than him

→ iwaizumi was rather fond of oikawa’s sister too

→ therefore, he’d automatically part of her body guarding system alongside tooru

→ growing up, iwaizumi was awkward around her

→ shes a pretty older girl of course he’s gonna feel pressured !!

→ she found it endearing though

→ and shes often thank him for looking out for her little brother and keeping him in line when she couldn’t

→ rip iwaizumi 😔✋the boy has turned bright red and doesn’t know what to say

→ these days he’s a-okay talking to her!

→ they both lovingly bully oikawa now

→ but back to the point of her helping him with girls

→ oikawa is not a fuckboy and you know why?

→ because his sister told him those boys are the worst !!

→ he is a respectful boy and his sister will make sure of that !!

→ when he did get his first girlfriend, she had to tell him all the things to do to help

→ clichè films were the wrong source according to her she called them cringey and stopped oikawa from leaving the house at 2am to throw rocks at his girlfriends window to confess his love

→ “tooru please tell me you’re not doing what i think you’re about to do”

→ oikawa with his bag full of small stones and a rose in his mouth : 😳🌹

→ his first break up was rough but big sister oikawa was his hype woman this time

→ “she knew what she was getting into when she asked you out. remember, she wanted you tooru and if she can’t remember that herself then she’s not worth it.”

→ big sister oikawa had his back 100% and vice versa

→ and even now, she’s cheering him on the loudest

→ her little brothers a little brat but he’s the brat she’s overwhelmingly proud of

suna rintarō

→ literally didn’t give a shit about his little sister for the longest time 😹

→ he knew it annoyed her when he didn’t pay attention so he did it just to test her limits at first

→ his parents scolded him time and time again and eventually he did start to acknowledge her

→ like mattsun, he’s laid back and not overly intrusive

→ but he is a little bit curious as to what’s going on in his little sisters life

→ “whos that? you’re not dating him are you? yikes.”

→ “rin? what do you mean ‘yikes’?!”

→ “he’s ugly.”

→ lowkey protective of his sister

→ he knows she can handle herself and whatnot but he still feels the need to look after her just a little

→ so if you’re a boy and you get on the wrong side of her i’m sorry

→ suna is pulling up with the miya’s

→ “oh? so you’re the little shit who thought you could mess with my sister?”

→ atsumu in towering over the boy next to suna : 😈

→ osamu towering over on the other side to suna : 🤨

→ suna : 😐

→ the boy : 😳

→ it’s always been like that though

→ in his own way, sunas always been there for his little sister whether he makes it known or not

→ “one day, yer sisters gonna be a pretty gal i can tell”

→ “i won’t hesitate to call child protection if you ever make a comment like that again 😐🔪”

→ “i-i was just tryin to be kind! it’s hard sometimes suna it’s hard! 😖”

→ his little sister will come to his games and he won’t care 😹

→ deadpan expression the whole time

→ she doesn’t care though because she’s not exactly thrilled to be there either

→ both siblings have their own interests and don’t tend to mix them

→ but he’ll still support her in whatever she wants to do and vice versa

→ but they prefer to do it from a distance

→ because i know suna only went to one of her ballet recitals and he didn’t even try to stop the strings of loud yawns the whole way through

→ the suna siblings remain hot and unbothered over everything

→ you could have beef with both siblings and neither of them are gonna give a fuck

→ but when you pick on little sister suna, rin is gonna give a fuck but he’ll be clever about it

→ easy going relationship

→ neither siblings are overly affectionate or overbearing but they’re both there for each other if needs be

→ they don’t talk about deep things and details together though

→ but they will slag other people off together 😹

→ if the suna siblings don’t like you i’m sorry

→ because both of them will come for your neck with no mercy and you’ll never know 😼

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Ice Cream Pt. 2~

ꕥPosted: 9/23/20

ꕥGenre: Fluff, Smut

ꕥPairing: Fem!Reader x Seonghwa

ꕥWord Count: ~2k

ꕥWarnings: Oral (f recieving), Unprotected sex (sort of, reader is on the pill), Reader has a thing for being teased, Praise (are we even surprised at this point), Language, Size kink if you squint

ꕥA/N: I hope you all enjoy this one! I’m going to make this a five part series and I’m really excited to write the rest!! I’ll be posting part three on Saturday! You can read the first one here. Happy Wednesday everyone :)

Pt. 3 here~

Your POV

I read over the words on my screen for likely the twentieth time, trying to come up with a solid response. Any response at all, really, that didn’t sound completely ridiculous.

[Choco Boi] Those are big words, doll. How about you come see for yourself how good I am?

Choco Boi—or Seonghwa, as I affectionately named him in my phone—had been bragging to me about how good of a cook he was for the past hour. So I, in all my infinite wisdom, told him I was an incredible chef. I mean I wasn’t necessarily a bad cook, but I certainly wasn’t Gordon Ramsey. And now, I he was inviting me to his home for us to cook together.

My fingers were hovering over the keyboard of my phone when I received another text from him.

[Choco Boi] No pressure tho, only if you want to :)

[Me] That’s okay! I’d like to. Maybe the 6th?

Surely someone can learn to cook in a week, right?

[Choco Boi] Sure. I’ll pick you up at 5?

[Me] Sounds good :))

With a sigh I set my phone down on my night stand, tucking myself into bed. I had work the next morning and I knew I should be getting some sleep but my thoughts continued to drift back to Seonghwa.

Two weeks had passed since we first met and there wasn’t a day that passed that we didn’t text, FaceTime, or call each other.

I couldn’t help but be attracted to him. He was just so...alluring. He had the most precious mannerisms and I felt like I melted everytime he smiled. Especially when it was because of me.

I recalled the first official date we went on. He took me to a gorgeous restaurant I had never heard of. I teased myself for being so nervous because conversation flowed so easily with him. We held hands nearly the entire time as Seonghwa pretended to know all the foreign dishes and everything about them, making up the most ridiculous stories as he went along. I smiled and laughed with him to the point I had tears in my eyes.

I remember so clearly when he drove me home and we ended up making out in his car for an hour, the fat raindrops pounding on his car. It wasn’t intentional, at least on my part, but god if my feelings weren’t strong before, they certainly were now. The cologne he was wearing was no doubt expensive and he looked so heavenly in his blue button-up shirt with the rolled up sleeves exposing his forearms, his silver watch on display. I wouldn’t have been surprised if my eyes were literally forming hearts when I looked at him. I felt comforted that his eyes reflected the look in mine.

Closing my eyes I gradually lulled myself to sleep, but not without thinking of him as I did.

-

The next day passed relatively quickly, and I felt slightly anxious about meeting with Seonghwa. I knew he wouldn’t instantly lose interest if I wasn’t a good cook, but I still wanted to impress him.

Setting down all of my groceries with a thud, I let out a sigh. I was pretty confident I bought half of the store’s cooking materials. Seonghwa refused to tell me what we were making so I wanted to make sure I got all the basics down. I had no problem with baking and I was certain I would be fine if we ended up making cookies, brownies, or something similar.

I just wasn’t too sure about...well, essentially everything else. So I spent my week trying new recipes and failing, trying them again and still failing but less so. I couldn’t help but feel frustrated, still not completely sure of what I was doing wrong.

I spent most nights cooking, trying to get the hang of beginner and intermediate dishes. Only a few actually turned out okay, but honestly it was better than where I started, and time was running out so I just had to accept it.

-

The day finally approached and I did everything possible to calm my nerves. As the clock ticked closer to five, I checked my outfit again. My favorite long sleeved shirt was tucked into a pair of slightly ripped shorts that tightly hugged my thighs. Simple pearls rested on my ears. I didn’t want anything too dramatic or revealing, especially since we’re only planning to cook.

Looking good girl. You can do this. Just remember to breathe and it’ll all be alright.

The doorbell shook me from my thoughts.

“Coming!”

As I opened the door I saw Seonghwa holding a bouquet of roses, a loving smile on his face. My heart grew at the sight. He made me feel so cared for.

“There are for you, doll.”

I pushed the flowers aside and kissed him, jumping into his arms. “I’m so excited! It’s so good to see you!”

He laughed. “It’s good to see you, too.”

I took the flowers from his hands and welcomed him into my house, placing them in a jar.

“They’re gorgeous. Thank you again, Seonghwa.”

“No problem. You ready? My car is parked out front.”

I nodded, biting my lip. “I’m ready.”

Seonghwa’s POV

As we climbed into my car she spoke, her voice a little small, “So what are we making, Hwa?”

I smiled at the nickname she hadn’t used since the last time I saw her in person. “Well, love, today we’ll be making soufflé. That should be no problem with you right? You are an incredible chef, after all.”

A flash of fear shone through her eyes before she made a feeble attempt to suppress it. It was almost comical.

“Duh, of course.”

I smiled to myself. I doubted she’d made anything more complex than cookies but I was curious to see how far she was willing to take this.

My house wasn’t too far from hers so it took maybe ten minutes before we were at my house. I knew she’d never been to my home before and hoped she wasn’t too nervous.

I wouldn’t admit it, but I was more nervous than I led on. I’d brought a few girls to my place, but I didn’t have the instant connection with them that I did with her. She was special to me, as cliché as it sounds.

“Your house is pretty.” She said with big eyes.

I smiled, “Thank you.”

I held the door open as she walked in, and she instantly let out a gasp. It scared me, thinking something was wrong until I saw her run over to a little plant sitting on my windowsill.

“It’s so cute! Does it have a name?”

“Uh...can’t say it does. You name plants?”

She scoffed, “Of course! Frankly I’m appalled that you don’t.”

I watched as her eyes squinted, carefully examining the plant.

God she looks adorable. She’s literally just fawning over a plant and my heart is pounding. What are you doing to me, sweetheart?

“I think it looks like a Unice.”

“Unice?”

“Yeah! I can’t explain it but it looks like a Unice.”

“Fair enough. Let’s head to the kitchen, I’ve got everything set up already.”

She nodded and waved goodbye to the plant.

“Bye Unice!”

I couldn’t help but crack a smile.

“So I know how to—of course—but you know I just want to see if you know how to make a soufflé so you should probably explain it.” She batted her eyelashes.

I raised a hand to my chin. “Actually, I’m not quite sure, now that you mention it. I could probably use a refresher. Would you mind telling me?”

“Uhhh...”

I laughed at her stunned appearance. “Don’t worry, I’ve got a recipe.”

The woman giggled like a child, likely out of nerves.

“Good.”

“So first I need you to grab some milk and butter from the fridge.” I told her while preheating the oven.

“Okay!” She opened the fridge, “Oh my gosh you have chocolate covered strawberries? What are those for?”

You.

“I have a sweet tooth. You can have some if you’d like.”

“No, that’s okay. I don’t wanna steal your food.”

“I don’t mind. They’re there if you want some.”

“Aw thanks.”

Everything went smoothly and I was surprised that she was doing so well. Soufflés weren’t easy to make for beginners and I was happy to see her trying.

That was until she started to stir the egg whites and accidentally knocked over the bag of flour sitting next to her.

“Okay I give.” Her brows furrowed as she threw her hands up in defeat, “I’m not the best at making food and I don’t know what I’m doing.”

I glanced at the powder covering her clothes and pressed my lips together to hide my smile.

“You don’t say?”

She cracked a slight smile, despite her best efforts to remain serious. “I’m trying, okay?”

I walked over to her and tilted my head down to look at her tiny frame.

“You’re so cute.”

Her eyes widened and she buried her face in her hands almost immediately, whining at me not to say such things.

You have no idea how endearing you are to me, darling.

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it.”

I gently removed her hands from her face and was greeted with a cherry blush forming on her cheeks. Just like when I first saw her, it was so easy to make her blush. I seemed to grow more and more fond of her flustered state every time I saw it.

Tucking a few fingers under her chin, I leaned down to kiss her soft lips. She tasted of the chocolate covered strawberries I saw her eating earlier when she thought I wasn’t looking and smelled of floral perfume. It was an intoxicating combination.

I smiled against the kiss when I felt her melt into my touch. Kissing her harder I ran my hands down her back, unintentionally playing with the hem of her shirt. I didn’t have any intention of taking things further. I was more than willing to take my time with her. I wanted her to be comfortable more than anything.

And then she whimpered into the kiss. I felt myself twitch in my jeans at the noise. She sounded so beautiful and everything in me craved to hear it again. I broke from the kiss and ran my lips down the side of her neck, taking my time to see how she reacted. She leaned into my touch and began to pant heavily, gripping onto my biceps.

I heard a breathless whisper of my name fall from her lips and it spurred me on. I gradually led her back up against the island in my kitchen and pinned her in place with my arms on either side of her, pressing on the granite. I littered her neck with kisses, paying close attention to the areas that were most sensitive to her.

Before I got ahead of myself I drew back to tell her we should stop. I didn’t know how far she wanted to go and I didn’t want her to think that I was only after her for sex. And so, I told her as such.

Her hazy lust-filled eyes darkened. “I don’t think you’re that type of guy. I want this if you do.”

“Wait! The oven!” Her eyes grew.

“Oh shit you’re right.”

I ran to turn off the oven and wordlessly picked her up, letting her legs wrap around my waist. All I saw was desire in her eyes. I led her to my bedroom and set her down on the soft sheets of my bed.

“Let’s find out what you’re into, sweetheart.”

She giggled and grabbed my shirt, forcing her lips against mine.

“Why don’t I show you?”

Your POV

I felt the fanning of his hot breath on my skin and I shivered, temporarily forgetting how to speak.

“Shirt off.” I demanded.

Seonghwa raised a brow but complied. When his shirt came off I couldn’t help but stare, practically drooling at the look of him. Without thinking I reached out to run my fingers along his abs.

“Damn. You’re really attractive.” I could barely speak above a whisper.

“And you look absolutely stunning, my darling.”

He quickly removed my shorts, leaving my black lacy panties exposed. His eyes devoured me, and any dominant feelings I had within quickly disappeared. His hands ran up and down my thighs and made the warmth inside me spread.

“Tease me please.” I begged.

“Oh,” his mouth quirked into a smile, “You’re one of those, huh?”

“Shush. I don’t need—ah fuck.”

Seonghwa’s fingers danced across my clothed clit and I arched my back off the bed. His fingers were gone as quickly as they first appeared. I couldn’t help but groan at the lack of contact, but I loved it. He continued this a few more times before my whines became much louder. His lips met mine in a heated kiss and I felt his fingers tickling my sides.

“Seonghwa!” I spoke through uncontrolled giggles.

I kissed him even harder as he continued and tried to catch my breath through the sensation.

He stopped and I wiggled under his stare, feeling so, so small.

“It’s your turn now. Shirt off.” Normally I would have been embarrassed with how quickly I removed my shirt and how eager I likely appeared, but the wetness I felt between my thighs was growing quickly and I needed release.

“Good girl.” Seonghwa removed my panties at an almost painfully slow speed and when he finally did, he tossed them aimlessly behind him. He raised my legs over his shoulders and I shuddered as his mouth slowly approached where I so badly needed him.

“So wet for me already and I’ve barely touched you.” His voice dropped several octaves and I whimpered.

My head fell back as I felt a few kitten licks on my clit. When I didn’t feel anything more, I looked back at him to be met with a shit-eating grin.

“Seonghwa!” My voice sounded so needy I barely recognized it.

“What? I thought you liked to be teased.”

“Well yes but actually no.” I joked, “Not when I need you this bad.”

“Hmm.” Was all the response I got before he went back to running his tongue along my clit and opening.

“Fuckfuckfuck.” I chanted as he picked up the pace, slowly entering a few fingers in me.

“I didn’t realize you had such a vulgar mouth, doll.”

If I had the ability to process any of what he just said I’m sure I would have had some retort ready, but in all honesty I couldn’t think about anything else except the stimulation that I was feeling.

I could feel my orgasm rapidly approaching and I had no doubt that he knew it too. My hands found his hair and gripped onto his dark locks.

“Seonghwa! Oh my god please don’t stop.”

Then, the bastard stopped. I groaned and bucked my hips up, desperate for anything.

“Patience is a virtue, you know.”

“Fuck off.”

He let out a hearty laugh and reached to his nightstand. I grabbed his face and made him look at me.

“I’m on the pill, don’t worry.”

“Are you sure? Like really sure?”

“Yes yes I’m sure. Please, Seonghwa.”

He quickly discarded his clothes as I removed my bra, his eyes quickly darkening.

“Tell me if you want to stop at any time, okay?” Even though I could tell how bad he wanted this, his eyes were kind, putting me first.

I really found a good man. It’s too early to say I’m falling for him, but I definitely can see myself loving him.

“I will.”

He let out a low groan as he entered me and I clenched around him, loving the sound.

“Fuck. Don’t do that.” He warned.

“Do what?” I asked with a smirk, promptly repeating the action.

He groaned again, “Babe I’m trying to last for a while here and you’re not making it easy.”

I bit my lip, pleased at his response, when he quickly thrusted into me. I moaned, my breath leaving me.

“Not so talkative now, hmm?”

I didn’t have the ability to respond and simply grasped his face to pull him into a kiss as he continued his movements.

“You’re making me feel so good, babe.”

“Same...here.”

My legs were shaking and I closed my eyes, not being able to keep them open any longer.

A deep voice called out to me, “Hey. Hey look at me.”

Fighting my urges to close my eyes I made eye contact with him. A sweet look was conveyed by his eyes, starkly contrasting the fact that we were literally having sex.

“You look gorgeous.”

My face turned pink and in response Seonghwa kissed both of my cheeks, leading down to my neck.

“Hwa, I’m close.”

A dazzling smile lit up his face at what I assume was the nickname.

“Me too.”

With a few more thrusts I was shaking, cumming around him. He let out a low growl releasing slightly after me.

Both of us remained still, trying to catch our breath.

“Same time next week, love?”

“Seonghwa oh my god!” He laughed along with me.

“Honestly,” I thought aloud, “Sure.”

He slowly pulled out of me and grabbed a warm towel from his bathroom, cleaning me up.

“I didn’t necessarily plan this to happen, but I was planning on asking you at the end of today anyway: Would you want to be my girlfriend? Maybe?”

I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him.

“That sounds like a wonderful idea.”

[kalofi]

any recs for good naramis fics?

YES OMG i’m SO glad u asked me this i’ve been waiting for someone to 😈 ok HERE WE GO

nose over tail by revolvermonkcelot. rated T. basically it’s an alternate, no stand au of part 5! narancia is still living on the streets by 17, but gets sort of adopted by buccellati after fugo punches him in the eye bfhsudnsj the characterization and just. pure story telling skills in this fic are amaaazing it seriously needs more credit pls i’m OBSESSED with it. so so so good

that dreamers often lie by pretentiousashell. rated G. idek how to describe this fic all i remember are the emotions i had while reading it, which were a lot i’ll have u know. basically it’s an everybody lives au where everyone is still in the mafia, but narancia gets to go to school!!(that’s not a huge plot point tho) i love the way mista is written in this fic it’s so endearing and their relationship.... hoo wee 🥺 just so sweet and fun!

learning to fall by supposed2bfunny. rated T. AAAAGGGHH THIS FIC!!! ok ok ok so essentially it’s kind of a pre-part 5? i guess? mista encounters narancia being beat up and saves him, and they become quick friends, but narancia decides to cut ties like almost immediately :( they meet again when narancia joins the gang but nara pretends he doesn’t know who mista is and. well you’ll jus have to see what happens next 😈😳

i’m such a baby ‘cause the dolphins make me cry by brella. rated M. EVERYBODY LIVES AU WOOHOO WE LOVE TO SEE IT !!!!! it’s a 3+1 fic!! there’s making out and smoochin so if that makes u uncomfortable i would say avoid this one but!! seriously such a good read idk what it is about mista but the way ppl write him make me love him a little more everytime. i already love narancia enough so if a fic makes me love him more then that’s pretty impressive, and this fic did! the emoshuns... wow. yeah anyway i adore it❤️

no fair at all by captainsquarter. rated T. i’m pretty sure i’ve put this in a jojo fic rec list b4 but!! idc it’s rly good. this one also includes canonical deaths if that’s smth u want to avoid! it takes place a little after the events of part 5 and gosh. the way mista is portrayed, his anger...his grief... his resentment... it’s all so realistic and makes you feel right alongside him it’s a trip. fugo is also there which is cool but he’s also the one mista is projecting most of his negative emotions onto, within good reason. i would rly rly suggest this one it’s so so wow

coming for to carry me home by silverrollu. rated G. this one starts off start and sweet but gets really sad. i don’t wanna say a lot cause i don’t want to spoil, but just a warning: this fic DOES contain canonical deaths so watch out for that!!!!! it made me cry :((( i mean i cry a lot but whatever. just. a bittersweet read but an extremely good one at that!

you need hands by ghirga. rated T. a band au! narancia is a percussion player and is trying to teach mista the marimba but he sucks ass at it ❤️ so so so cute and fun 😭🥺

dude by ghirga. rated T. meet cute-ish? they are in a hospital and they talk it’s rly funny but also wholesome n sweet. a good, sorta quick read to lift ur spirits!

arrivederci roma, it’s time for us to part by breakdownx2. rated M. well i think that u can tell by the title that this has canon deaths dhsndisndnje 😔 this fic is rly sad guys like. woah woah woah thinking about it too hard is making me start to tear up AHDDJDJSN basically mista trying to cope with losing narancia and trying to convince everyone(including himself) that he’s ok. he’s not

broken time is not the only thing by pretentiousashell. rated G. this is part 5 in the reset universe, essentially. the raw emotions in this one. tbh i don’t remember it that well i needa reread it but, dear lord. oh gosh. oh my 😭 also the stands that they have are so so cool i’m not gonna say what they are in order to give y’all an incentive to read the fic but. yeah it’s epic and sad at the same time

fire alarm by vegitodorito. rated T. SO FUNNNNNN I LOVE THIS. funky and groovy yes this fic woah this fic!!!!! warning ⚠️⚠️ contains corny pick up lines ⚠️⚠️ no but srsly this fic is rly funny and sweet and gets their characters down like, perfectly.

bros to lovers by 35dash. rated T. this fic is just basically funny the whole way through i rly do love love love it. nara and mista being oblivious to the fact that they obviously like each other and just passing it off as ‘bro stuff.’ what’s better than that

gay chicken by malfoyisme. rated T. ok i haven’t read this one but i want to lol

and that’s about it!!! those r some rly good naramis fics i’ve read ! i hope u like em too 😌💖

[bnha-mha-imagines]

Helloooooo~headcannons for Bakugo, Todoroki, Kaminari, Sero, and Kirishima with a shy crush and they want to ask them out?

I wasn’t sure if you meant the boys were asking their crush out or if the crush was asking them out, so I just went with the first option. Sorry if I misunderstood! :) I adored this tho

Bakugo

He doesn’t have a crush. Huh? (Y/n)? Definitely not a crush, what. Why would you think he had a crush on them? Because they’re so cute that it pisses him off and he lays in bed at night wondering what it’s like to hold their hand? What? Huh? Sorely mistaken.

No, for real though, this boy is so frustrating because he denies his feelings for you for the longest time. He’s trying to be the number one hero over here so when he meets you and just falls head over heels, he’s hitting every rock and bump on they way down to try and crawl out of that hole. 

The more he fights it, though, the more he’s forced to acknowledge it. He’d try to distance himself from you but it’s just so miserable and hard for him so he’s just always crawling back. But don’t mention that or he’ll get pissy. 

When he’s finally on board with his own emotional rollercoaster he finds it really hard to talk to you. Anytime he starts getting close to asking you out his brain kinda goes into overdrive and he’ll end up shouting or saying something rude. 

It. Breaks. His. Heart.

Because when he raises his voice at you, your lip starts to tremble and your eyes get a little glassy. He feels like shit for doing that to you, instant regret. Hates that he can’t control his mouth when he’s around you.

Because he’s shit at communication you think he hates you tbh. Kirishima gives him the great idea to find a different outlet to confess to you, an idea which...Bakugo hates to admit isn’t half bad. 

So he’ll start to do little things for you. Harps on people if they embarrass you, will make you treats and leave them on your desk before you get to class (totally denies it, fyi), forcefully throws his hoodie to you if you look cold, etc.

It kind of embarrases you to get this sort of attention, though it gets the message across to you that he doesn’t actually hate you. So you start spending more time together and it gives you butterflies :)

This goes on for a while and eventually people catch on that something is going on between you. 

Mina will just gape at you both and be like “How long have you been dating!?!” and Bakugo just wraps an arm over your shoulders and is just deadass like “Two weeks.” And your face is in flames because he never officially asked you out?!?! What?!

You’re not complaining though. 

Todoroki

When he first realizes he likes you, he’s a little at a loss. He’s never asked anyone out before and he wasn’t even sure if you felt the same way.

So like any normal person, he googles it.

He finds a wiki-how on how to know if your crush likes you back, so he sets up his own little experiment.

He tries different things to see how you react. Will look over to you during class to see if you’re staring at him, or he’ll see you in the dorm commons and sit directly next to you even if every other chair is vacant. 

You’re a constant blushing mess during this period of time because all of a sudden the stoic hot-boy you’ve been quietly crushing on is paying way more attention to you than you’re used to. 

You kinda start to wonder if he likes you or not but are too scared to ask. What if you were misreading his actions? How embarrassing would that be!

So you just allow yourself to freeze up and quiet down when he’s around. 

Todoroki comes to two conclusions; either you like him, or you’re scared of him.

At this point, he’s down a wiki-how rabbit hole and its not exactly working out for him. He gets a little frustrated with it and decides to just straight up ask you.

It’s after class one day and he stops you right before you’re about to leave. “Wait for a moment please, I’d like to talk.” 

You’re shook. 

Once the room is empty except for you both he doesn’t waste a moment. “Are you scared of me?” It’s so blunt and serious that it shakes you to the core. You’re instantly panicking.

“W-What?! No, y-you don’t scare me. Why would you…?” You’re embarrassed, half of your brain trying to convince him and the other half trying to look back at what you’ve done that could have made him think that.  

He kinda just watches you get flustered and this tiny smirk goes onto his face, totally making you freeze. “W-What?” 

“So that means you like me, yes?” 

Reader.exe has stopped working. 

Taking your silence as a yes, he’ll take your hand in his and give it a kiss. “Then, would you give me the honor of a date tomorrow night?” 

Kaminari 

This boy will be your doom. 

He thinks it's totally hilarious when your face gets all red and heated so he makes it a game to see how flustered he can make you.

He’s not sure when his gag transforms into flirting; it’s so subtle that he’s a little off-guard when he finally realizes it.

You’d be hanging out with the group and he’ll tease you so that you hide your face in your hands, and he feels all gushy all of a sudden and is so startled by this emotion that he accidentally shocks himself. 

After he realizes he has feelings for you, he is 10x worse, ohmygod. 

He starts shooting you left and right with dumb pick-up lines.

“Are you related to Yoda? ‘Cause Yodalicious.”

Bonus points if he can get it electricity-based.

“‘Ay, (Y/n), how about you leave the blinds open tonight so I can get a pikachu~”

“Are you a light socket? ‘Cause I feel a spark between us~”

“Are you my charger? ‘Cause I’d die without you~”

All of his friends call him cringey. He calls it romantic.

Everytime it brings a blush to your face and he eats it up. It’s just a win-win for him, he gets to be as cheesy as he wants and you’ll always get that cute little look on your face.

It kills you every time though because you definitely have a crush on him, and you still think he’s joking around with you. Eventually it gets really hard for you to deal with and you let him know you’ve had enough. 

“K-Kaminari, please stop.” You’re looking at your hands because you can’t meet his eyes. “I d-dont think I can take this anymore. It hurts when you joke like that when you...you don’t mean them.” 

He’s a little confused at first before his eyes widen and just laughs. Okay, at this point you’re a little hurt and annoyed because dude, you just built up your courage to ask him to stop and he laughs in your face, what the hell. 

But when he finishes laughing, he’ll look at you with those eyes and say, “(Y/n), do you really think those we’re all jokes? I mean, sure, I was trying to be funny but...the sentiment behind them is real. I really like you…” 

Your cheeks will get pink, not expecting him to just confess to you like that...and suddenly you remember everything he had said to you in all seriousness and feel so embarrassed!!!

“Do you still want me to stop?”

“No I...I think I like them now.”

Sero

Sero doesn’t really think he’s anything special, so he’s a little nervous when notices his feelings for you. He doesn’t see how someone as amazing as you would share the same kind of sentiment for a plain guy like him. 

Similar to a lot of his crushes in the past, he’ll try to quietly kill it off. When that doesn’t work, he just takes to secretly pining after you. 

He thinks your shyness is very humble and endearing, so he takes it upon himself to help you with anything you’d need. If you’re ever uncomfortable at a social event, he’ll take you to the side for a breather and carry out a more relaxing conversation.

You really lean on him when it comes to certain vulnerabilities, and you find yourself slowly becoming more open with him.

Sero doesn’t really notice it happening, but regardless is just a constant pillar of encouragement and support. 

Your conversations are gradually getting more intimate and you’re finding yourself more and more comfortable around him. He’s become your best friend, and you couldn’t deny you had feelings for him on top of that.

Eventually it becomes obvious to everyone that you both clearly have a thing for each other, and Sero’s friends are getting frustrated that he hasn’t done anything about it yet.

“Dude, they’re totally interested in you, why are you avoiding it?”

He just kinda shakes his head because...he just doesn’t believe them. He thinks they’re just trying to be nice because they’re his friends. When they can’t get him to confess, they at least get him to put it down in writing for you. 

He starts to write you little love notes and leaves them at your desk.

The first time you got one, you felt so flattered? He watched your face pinken as you read it before class. He had to hide his smile for fear of you realizing who wrote it.

He aint slick.

By now you already knew what his handwriting looked like, so you knew instantly it was he who wrote it.

But you don’t want to embarrass him so you never brought it up to him. So for a few weeks, he'll write you notes every other day, and you get so flustered if anyone asks you what they are. You hide it against your chest and blush...and then put it in a little bag you keep of every single note you’ve received. 

One day Sero walks into class, surprised to see a note on HIS desk.

He opens it and gets so embarrassed because it’s just a list of everything you liked about him and you signed your name with a little heart at the bottom. He’s so happy, he feels all light and bubbly.

During class he passes you a note and asks if you want to go see a movie that night, yes or no.

You get the rest :)

Kirishima

He’s probably the best out of these guys at asking you out, doesn’t really beat around the bush and does all the hard work for you.

By nature he’s really outgoing so even though you’re shy he always made that effort to include you and strike up a conversation. 

You find yourself more comfortable in his company than you are in most others, so you falling for him is a little inevitable. 

Once you realize your feelings for him, it gets a lot harder for you to be as open, and you kind of revert back to a lot of your shy tendencies.

It’s hard for you to hold eye contact for more than a few seconds and you trip over your words.

It confuses the hell out of Kirishima because he thought you were beginning to get comfortable with him? Did he do something wrong? He turns to your other friends to try and see what’s up.

“Mina, is (Y/n) upset with me or something??” 

The girl can’t keep a secret for the life of her, she rats you out so fast. “Huh? No, she just likes you, dude.”

Gets this silly grin on his face, can’t believe the class cutie actually likes him? Boy starts making plans.

He kind of avoids you one day and you begin to worry you made yourself too distant and ended up pushing him away. You were really frustrated with your shyness, feeling it ruined everything for you.

So when Kirishima pulls you aside after class, you get really frightened, thinking he was gonna stop being your friend. But instead, this guy pulls out some flowers from behind his back and your eyes sparkle because the gesture is so sweet.

“I heard from a little bird you liked me,” and he’ll pause just long enough for you to DIE and mentally curse every evil on a certain pink girl. “So I wanted to formally ask you...will you go out with me?” Of course you say yes.

You guys share a hug and you just hide your face in his chest because you’re so overwhelmed with joy and relief and can’t handle it.

[eliicries]

This is my first time ever writing a proper fanfic and also my first time posting it online. Criticisms are very much welcome. This is my alternative ending to the cartoon series "Clone High" (you guys should check it out, it's pretty great!) I love this pairing so much but I hated how they ended up sleeping together because I've always believed in character development and the ending felt like it wasted a good opportunity to do so.

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Enchanted (a joanfk fanfic)

How did it come to this?

Two bodies pressed against each other, one of which is hovering above it's counterpart, hot and eager to make contact. Then the other, whom lies beneath them writhing in discomfort yet somewhat obvious pleasure.

Never in Joan's life had she imagined herself being the latter in such an obscene situation.

Well atleast not with somebody else other than her bestfriend and absolutely not, emphasis on the word "not", with the certain campus playboy she used to avoid like a plague.

Heck, if someone told her last night that she would end up sleeping with JFK, she would've laughed her ass off for solid 10 minutes! Then proceed to sock their teeth off for even suggesting such an absurd idea.

But as she felt his breath fan against her bare neck, she felt her own hitch.

His lips met with her flushed skin and in their wake, left along little trails of pleasure of which accumulated into an emotion something else entirely.

Guilt.

It seeped into her flesh and gnawed upon her being.

Yet the feeling of betrayal against one's morals only increased tenfold when she made no protest to stop the male from completely lifting her shirt off.

Oh God, She actually moaned.

The himbo was not to be blamed of course. His previous advances had always been outright rejected, so as ecstatic as he was, her sudden change of heart confused him. An even bigger surprise to the both of them was when it was her who initiated the idea.

It's not like her to act like this. Was she really that frustrated beyond rational thoughts?

To make things even worse, it wasn't only the disappointment she has towards herself that's weighing on her mind but also of another person very much important to her.

Abe.

They've known each other since like forever.

Now, what would be a better way to ruin a good natured friendship other than one of them developing feelings for the other?

Just to her luck, she had to be the one who does the falling, whilst her companion seemed less than eager to catch her.

As if it's the universe's way to spite her, Abe suddenly decided to date someone else.

And of course, it just had to be none other than Cleo-fhking-patra.

Seeing them together at the school campus in a daily basis was already bad enough, now living under the same roof as her and all---she also had to suffer listening through the sloppy noises they make whenever they're eating their faces off.

She swears to god everytime cleo glances at her with that look of victor in her eyes, her blood boils so much. Oh, if only she was given an opportunity to poke them out with a fork.

Then, in a final attempt to win him over, Joan had to walk around wearing those god-forbid clothes and laugh in that shrill god-awful tone.

Yet to no avail, her feelings are still unreciprocated.

In the end even as a giggling vapid slut, Abe still chose Cleo over her.

Just like he always did.

He even seemed supportive with her hookup with JFK.

Another fuel added to the fire.

Now she felt really silly exerting all those efforts just for his approval.

She always berates Cleo for being such a slut but is she really better after how desperate she acted?

Maybe if only she'd been straight forward with him from the start, things would've ended in her favor.

Or perhaps it was wrong of her to seek reciprocity. Love, after all should be unconditional.

Either way, it's too late now.

She's so pathetic.

Suddenly a voice called out to her, a sudden ripple in her stream of thoughts, breaking her out from of her stupor.

Looking sideways, her eyes met with familiar droopy ones.

She hadn't even noticed that he had stopped moving a little while ago.

"H-huh?"

"Are you er, uh, alright?"

Oh. That's right.

She was with JFK, and they were about to have sex with each other.

"You were-uh, crying."

Immediately, she brought a hand to her cheek and felt the said liquid trailing down her cheeks.

Shuddering as she finally realized she was not only physically bare, but now also emotionally.

Great.

She atleast expected an expression of dissatisfaction from him, but the male said nothing and merely looked at her. Probably dumbstruck by the sudden turn of events.

The room was quiet except for her soft sniffles.

He seemed to fiddle with the bedsheets for a while before finally deciding to move closer to her.

"Can I er, touch you?"

Expecting him to continue on where they left but too tired to even protest, she made no movement whatsoever to stop the male. They might as well finish what they've started even tho the thought made her want to shut her eyes.

She was surprised however, when she felt his arms wrapping around her, securing her into a hug.

She turned to look at him, perplexed by the sudden act of affection that he is displaying.

"Did it not feel good?"

Ah, there he is.

Of course, It was just about his ego. How foolish of her to think that he, even for a bit, cared about her.

She tried to squirm away from his grip, her fists meeting with his chest. The male took this as a sign to loosen his hold of her but not as much to completely let go of her.

"I did something wrong didn't I?"

Her body suddenly ceased it's erratic movements. She turned to look at him, searching through his face for any signs of deception which instead, only offered a genuine expression of worry.

He was blaming himself.

He actually thought it was his fault that she was crying. That's why he stopped.

"I, er, um sorry.."

If she was already crying before, then she was definitely bawling her eyes out right now.

"N-no! It's not your fault i--why did you stop?" She exclaimed in between sobs. His hand settled itself on her waist while his other one made it's way to her hair, combing them in a way that's supposed to be therapeutic.

"There, there.."

"I wanted this, Kennedy! Isn't this what you also wanted?"

"Sure I do, but not when you're uh, like this." She lets out another sob. "Besides, If I do make you cry it's going to be for an entirely different reason, if you get my meaning."

"S-shut up.."

He suggestively wiggled his eyebrows at her causing her to roll her eyes. Normally, she would've been irked by his usual comments like this, but tonight must be a different case. They seemed to give her a weird sense of normalcy, and that somehow comforts her.

Her sudden movement made the male flinch, as if anticipating another punch for his pesky remarks, he was relieved however, when Joan just readjusted her head to lean into his chest more properly.

She found this actions of his comical, cute even if she dares, and she couldn't help the chuckle that escaped her lips.

"Have you calmed down now?"

"Yes, thanks Kennedy."

Silence enveloped the both of them for a while before Jfk decided to speak again.

"You know, this suddenly reminds him."

She hummed in acknowledgement.

"Uh, Lincoln."

"Oh."

JFK didn't fail to notice the weak croak in her voice.

"Yeah, it was around that time poncey died. It was just kinda like this, except ya' know, we weren't both naked."

She felt his chest rumble as both of them let out a chuckle, hers a bit stiffled from burrying her face into them further. Muttering, "That sounds just like him.." In a barely audible voice.

No words were exchanged afterwards. Silence embraced the room once again, the same way his arms did around her body. Warm and in contrast to the air outside---inviting.

The moon illuminated the dim room seemingly to say it's hello.

So she took the opportunity to get a good look at his face. There she could makeout the subtle movement of his nostrils as he breathes.

Inhale, exhale, Inhale, exhale, Inhale..

Till she found herself unconsciously moving to the same rhythm.

His eyes she noticed, are now droopier. As his upper lashes seeked to meet with his lower ones but never actually closed them as they were fixated onto her. Only now was she able to acknowledge the kindness she failed to notice that they seemed to always have.

Then his lips, which in contrast to the usual smirk he parades around campus, lost all it's cockiness and is now ghosting a faint smile.

He looked so endearing right now that she could only sigh.

Was this really the same guy who used to shove other kids into lockers before? The same one who used to view women as mere objects meant to gratify sensual pleasure?

I guess grief from Ponce's death did change him in ways even he is not aware of.

Or maybe, he's just not a complete asshole as she thought him to be.

It could also be that she's just lonely and desperate for any act of kindness so she clung into them when given. That would explain how she got into this situation in the first place.

But whatever the answer may be, there are two things that Joan is now sure of:

One, no one is irredeemable.

And two, the male never looked as much enchanting to her right now as he ever did before.

#joanfk #joan #JFK #Clonehigh #himbo #goth

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; way down in bed stuy | m.

— a/n: this is my fic for the spring fic exchange gifted to the lovely @taendrils. enjoy babe xx

— pairings: jeon jungkook x reader

— genre: smut, light angst?

— word count: 5k+

— warnings: asphyxiation, rough sex, possession!kink, oral sex, edging, shameless infidelity, drug use/abuse (we got acid up in here. don’t do it kids), voyeurism, do people actually fuck in the rain like is that a thing?, unprotected sex cause like who wears a condom in the rain, smh who fucks in the rain tho, creampie, clearly he has a fat cock who do you think i am, dirty filthy talk, this is filth, morally i should be ashamed, i am not

— summary: as a final farewell you fuck your sister’s unbelievably attractive knave boyfriend that you definitely do not have feelings for...again.

This time you decide Jungkook is…pitiful.

You tell yourself that’s why you’d allowed him to approach you the way he did, his clothes tightly clung to him like a second skin, obsidian black hair that would normally adorn a disastrous fluffiness flattened to his head in a way that falls beneath his eyes in clumped spikes, and his skin flushed with a keenness that you’ve become way too accustomed to. He is palpably pitiful today—at least, more than usual. The temper surrounding him is a sombre stench, and the impromptu choppy slew of texts that had followed the silence of a missed call had been telling enough. So, when he’d stalked over to you, you’d expected it; expected his clumsy shoves at your shoulders, his incoherent rambling as his large palm haloed your wrist in a grating vise, recklessly jerking you behind him as he cantered fleet-footed, itching to reach his destination. And you’d counted on finding yourself stumbling, bereft of logical dispute, back to him—always back to him, everytime.

“Need you.”

“Jeon, what—”

Jungkook’s eyes are always glassy as they lure you in, drab dilated pupils seeking answers you won’t give (not now anyway) not when he’s hot, so fucking hot, his skin scorches yours perversely in a way that’d have you concerned if you didn’t know any better. But you know, you know he’s long consumed the insipid paper taste of acid and you’re getting the lusty aftershocks, the slated crest that befalls once the opiate has branched and ignited the blood in his veins—the peak of his trip, that’s when he comes to you, when he’s riding the most rhapsodic moment and he ‘needs’ to take you with him. You’ve gotten used to it too, letting him have you whenever and wherever he wants and you’d be more chagrined by the way you’re pinned up against him inhaling his suffocating musky scent of cinders and shorts on a merry go round smack bang in the middle of a children’s playground, if it weren’t for the steady retreating daylight. And the way he’s touching you—definitely the way he’s touching you, his hands wayfaring restlessly like they can’t decide where to perch, yet nevertheless, it’s vicious and fervent, earnest to make itself known, tips of his fingers cumbering at times and the amble thrums a sinful eagerness down the length of your spine.

“S’pretty,” he mumbles, lower lip sweeping across the washed plane of your collarbone as he does so. “Fuck, you’re so pretty, way too pretty, you know that? Tell me you know that.” His timbre is imploring, grasp that bit firmer like he’s afraid you’ll bolt from his arms—like you’re the only thing grounding him to this cruel reality, and you’re ashamed that you like it so much, ashamed that when his eyes descent pleadingly as he stares up at you, you feel that dulcet rush of empowerment, the one that voices how rapidly you could dismantle his treasured ego, how quickly you could make him beg and he would, he’d beg so tragically.

But it isn’t what you want, not now, not ever, so you give. “I know Kook.” Your fingers comb within the thickness of his tresses, the dampness making it weightier than it’d normally be as you rake it away from his forehead. “I know.”

You can categorise being with Jungkook when he’s like this into steps, advances that flow seamlessly into the other, and you’ve been doing this far too long not to know when the change comes, when something veers in his manner, morphs on his features and he’s feeling with an altered strain of vigour. This part though—this part is always your favourite. His sweetened tongue pampering you with enticing endearments and psychedelic compliments that have you reeling in want, in being wanted; it pours out of his mouth with zest, jumbles and clusters of vulgar curses and words that would put the both of you in trouble if anyone else were to overhear. And that’s when you think you hate him the most, when you have your flashes of clarity, fading out of the cosmos of everything Jungkook and sharpening to your surroundings. The rue frets at you then, a restless irritation manifesting at your nape his lips can’t chase away, and a spat formed to cut right at the pike of your tongue—it’d be futile though, because no matter what you say, you can’t blame him and selfishly you can’t blame yourself either. You blame circumstance, Bed Stuy, irrefutable attraction. That’s what you’re calling it, ‘irrefutable attraction’. The hours you occupy enthralled in the ardour of his steamy touch, intoxicated and heated whilst he consumes you in that gradual tack that makes you oh so delirious, your very own narcotic because that’s what he is—a vicious addiction.

Admittedly, you’d known from the start. When Irene had first brought him home, boozed-up on cheap spirits, mousy giggles bubbling up her throat as they tried and despicably failed to evade the wooden floorboards that had protested and groused under their ungraceful teeters; you’d been there to witness it all. The cringeworthy display of your elder sister, an arm slung around his shoulders as she hung carelessly off her ‘new boyfriend’, looking clammy and dishevelled as ever in her slurred greeting. And him, he’d seemed fine—later you’d realise he’d substituted the tart flavour of liquor for the earthy spiced mary jane—but then, he’d seemed in better condition than the wreck beside him. And something about him enticed? intrigued you, his magnetic stare studying you daringly, drawled speech bordering on mischievous and his smug smile, boyishly plagued. Too attractive, you’d thought. He is damningly way too attractive. His stunning features lost on the destitution of the neighbourhood, when instead he deserved to be plastered on posters, screens, billboards—still does. Except now you know he can also be so much more with the melodious voice you’ve had the privy bliss of hearing, that is so much foreign to his natural low huskiness, you’re sure he could sell out arenas, tour the world and leave this place and its memories behind for good. Like you want to. Like you are.

“God, I want you so fucking bad.” Jungkook’s hands finally root at the tapers of your waist, fingers splayed out possessively as if he wishes he could be touching everywhere at once. “You’re better than her, so much better than her.”

And there, the admonition of your vicious addiction. It had only meant to be a one-time thing, and even then was too much. But you’d given in—like you always do—give, give, give, playing into his wily wishes, and you weren’t drunk, and he wasn’t drunk, and it had been so so fucking wrong but you’d been curious, unbelievably curious; tumbling hastily into the unlit bar back storage room at your sister’s 21st birthday bash with her boyfriend in tow, his erection rock-hard and insistent on your thigh, mouth sucking and teeth clipping harsh mauve onto the surface of your skin and it had been way too easy to forget where you were when he fucked you, legs wrapped low on his hips, hiked up on the wall, hands clutching desperately at his nape for stability as he pounded into you brutally without falter. You liked what he had to offer, liked the way he dominated you in every way, liked the thrill of being in the arms of someone older, and it just felt right. It still feels right, in the moment at least, everything clicks and it feels like in some cruel twisted fate you’re meant to do this—meant to be with him.

“Jeon just—” You grasp at the base of his shirt. It’s cold out, not cold enough to have you shivering in seek of warmth, but cold enough to want his body nearer and it’s raining, previous heavy downfall simmering down to a softer spring rain. Regardless, it’s done most of its damage anyway, glazed you both over with fresh rainwater and his shirt has your palms feeling clammy; somewhere in the back of your mind you’re aware this isn’t a good idea, but it’s far back and you’re here. “—please.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Jungkook smirks haughtily, supple lips steamed on your skin and his breath warm with a choppy chuckle. This is how it always goes, your concise breathy pre-exchange on words of confirmation because he knows, you know, and you just both know. So, you allow yourselves to mould without inhibition, when he gives you what you want and you provide what he needs. Later, you’ll ask what’s on his mind—even though you’ve got a strong idea—and he’ll ask what’s on yours (you’ll never tell), but for now it’s mindless, a primitive yearning for sex and all it’s gluttony.

“Gonna make you feel so good, baby, fuck you like you want,” He rasps, creeping his wanton touch teasingly up your upper leg, palm grazing the soft flesh and hiking your skirt with the rise. “You’d like that huh?”

You croon mindlessly into his touch. “Hmm—” Your eyes flutter to a gentle close, the pads of his fingers alighting your nerves as you stable your rousing pants. “Gotta get me wet though.”

“Oh, yeah?”

He glances up at you, eyes wide and imploring framed by full wispy lashes, his teeth capturing his bottom lip cheekily when he cocks an eyebrow up. “Want me to eat you out?” He asks. “You’d like that?”

“Hmm…yes.”

“Yeah?” His breath fans over the tender pulse on your neck and you’re gorged with zeal at being so close to him. “Want to get my mouth messy with your pretty pussy?”

You nod heedlessly. “M’not getting my knees wet and dirty to suck you off though.” And you know it’s unfair, you know that he loves when you’ve got your lips wrapped around the thick girth of his cock, kitten licking at his slit and his fingers burrowed into your hair as he forces you to take all of him with fierce breaths through your nose. You know he craves the feeling of your nails digging crescent moons into his thighs, always too daring, too close to brandishing him with your telling mark. But you want to take this time, give less and take more, and you think that’s fair on you.

He chuckles gruffly like he knows exactly what you’re thinking, his eyes trained on yours with something sadistic flickering past when he speaks. “Don’t have to, Irene beat you to that.”

You still instantly. “Fucking hell Jungkook,” you mutter with a pissy huff, throwing your head back as you glare at the clouded skies, the downpour of sleet dribbling jarringly onto your face. And you have half the mind to shove him away for that comment alone, in fact, you should but instead you retire to a overtaxed, “S’not even funny Kook.”

“Sorry.”

He’s not sorry. You know he’s not sorry. The mischievous drawl of the apology is far from meaningful and you hate it. “You’re a fucking prick.”

“True. You want to stop?” He asks, slowly sinking to his knees in that teasing way he does so, balancing his weight as he makes the floor seem further than it is with a smug smile. And when his knees collide with the metal, your leg is quick to leave stability, draped over his shoulder as you find footing with the other. “You know I will if you say the words.”

“I—” You sigh. You don’t. Of course, you don’t. “No just- just fucking continue.”

“Bit bossy for someone that wants their sister’s boyfriend’s tongue on their cunt, don’t you think?”

“Jungkook.” You spit his name out in clamant warning, it’s subdued but callous and your brows cleft bitterly because he’s the only one daring enough to make jest of this, pointing out exactly why what you’re about to do—what you’ve been doing is wrong. And even though you’re glaring down at him, eyes full of thunder and lips pulled in a sneer, his cheeky grin refuses to waver, stubborn enough to resist until he hears what he wants, like the fucking teasing imp he is. “Christ.”

You puff out a laborious breath, chest heavy with tiredness because that’s what you are tired, drained by this sneaky tirade and just being with him. That’s why this is it, this is the last time. “What d’you want me to do? Beg?”

He shrugs, “Would be nice.”

You scoff. You don’t know what you see in him. You don’t. Okay, you do. You do and it’s stupid—so horribly stupid because it’s wrong. It’s wrong that you notice the way that he smiles when he’s happy—really happy, not the stoned gauzy content. No. It’s the happiness he gets when he’s slaving away on a piece that he’s sprung inspiration on and for so long it’s sounded battered and sullen and lost and then it just fits, after late nights of heavy grunts and rapid tapping, everything comes together and it’s rejuvenating and yellow and warm. And sometimes you see it for yourself when his nose scrunches cutely, the ends of his lips tugging into something big, teeth all for show, the front two slightly bigger than the rest in a way that is so so endearing and you can’t help but relax into a smile yourself. And other times he’ll call you at incredibly odd hours, and you’ll be so groggy with nothing but sleep clouding your mind but then you’ll hear his voice, unapologetic and soft, needing to urgently share his triumph with you—no one else but you—and you’ll imagine his smile, so vividly you’d see it right in front of you and suddenly, suddenly sleep is the furthest thing from your mind.

It’s unfair that you think he’s misunderstood, that the ink that paints his skin in intricate designs is his armour and that it’s beautiful and that really you wish you could rest your head upon his broad chest, fingers twirling delicate, drawing over the kaleidoscopic garden of flowers that lies just beneath his collarbones as the sun sets and rises and sets again, streaking your bodies with a shimmer of gold before cooling it with a midnight breeze. And you imagine there’d be something playing in the background, muted and mellow, a playlist of his, the more romantic ensembles, making you feel cushy as he’d hum soothingly along, gentle palms floating over the length of your spine, duvet only coming up to his hips, your entangled legs covered beneath and it’d be so serene, his embrace warm and you’d feel it—feel his love.

It’s intrusive that you think his eyes never say exactly how he feels, that the chocolate orbs glimmer, wrathful and edgy, eluding to more than he tells; wanting someone to dig, wanting to be stripped layer after layer, wanting to be seen, to be called out blatantly on his shit. You see it because you recognise it, the same wretched storm that rocks hazard in his pretty orbs weigh the same as the ones you see in the morning, when you’re looking at the mirror and willing yourself to get by another pointless day because there’s something unknown waiting in the future however near or far; and it’ll be the reason you sigh in ease and say, ‘well done, you did it’.

It’s wrong that you insist that you don’t harbor something beyond platonic for him, that your skin doesn’t prickle with a potent green when he’s touching her in front of you, someone who is so blatantly wrong for him—not that he’s any right for you. He’s not. But he could be, he really fucking could. You don’t love him. You think away from here, away from this dump, away from the perils that swirl him further down into this never ending rabbit hole; you could love him—maybe. It’s so wrong to even think so, because when you look at him, pelts of rain dripping from the ends of his hair and down the curve of his patchy blush cold-pinched cheek, his eyes lustily hooded and his steely touch tightening at your thighs, urging you to speak. You realise he won’t change, not for you.

“Please.” You say, a defeated plea for him to drag you into his spinning orbit and make you a part of it for a while, the little he can provide. “Want to feel you on me, want you to make me feel good, please.”

“Hmm, so pretty baby, so good for me.” You’re unsure if he’s talking about the sight he’s uncovered when he pulls your panties to the side or the words that have spewed from your mouth, but either way you allow his words of praise to sooth your balmy skin. “Look at you so fucking pretty for me.”

Your thigh bounces on his shoulders when he moves in closer, his pointer and middle finger, coldish and coarse as they spread your lips apart and when you chance a look at him, you catch the way his tongue sways across his lips, eyes hooded as he stares—stares at you like you’re a fucking treat. And you love it.

“Jungkook.” His name is airy now, soft and lingering in a lustful plea that’s almost non-existent.

“Uh huh, I got you,” He says. “Always got you.”

You don’t have much time to dissect what his words mean nor do you have time to think about being leant up against the centre metal pole when his tongue delves into you, flat and wide, a torturous slide of wet heat over your exposed cunt; so erotically that the buzz of pleasure rises instantly, the impulse going straight to your head and you want more, you need more. And suddenly, you’re hyper aware of his every movement, his mouth cooling your heated cunt with a steady blow, the tip of his tongue swirling around your clit, teeth scraping lightly against the nub before he sucks it into his mouth drawing a needy curse from your clasps.

“Fuck, that’s good.” Your fingers place naturally on his hair, nails carding through it insistently as his mouth works wonders, knowing exactly how to drag shivers through your veins and have you open-mouthed as you swing your head skyward. His palms massage at your hiked thigh roughly, jerking you slightly forward in his attempt to delve deeper, causing your other shoe to slip on the wet metal, hands flailing instantly to curl around a nearby extended pole for stability. “Shit.”

He hums guttural, a growl that crawls from the back of his throat that you perceive as a form of agreement and the intensity of the vibration electrifies you. Sinful and hungry, it’s become entirely clear that Jungkook hasn’t got the slightest regard for holding back, his tongue laps at you sloppily, gaze dark and attentive looking at you in a way that itches until you’re forced to peer down and the sight has you releasing a loud broken indecent moan. His lips are dark and wet, and it’s obscene, so fucking lewd the way he slurps you up, his tongue flicking, twirling, slipping between your slit, only his tip, never pushing too far as to tease you and have you whimpering for it, which you are. With his nose pressed flat against your mound, drawing your clit into his mouth, tugging gently at it; you are delirious.

“Jung—oh.” Your fingers tighten at his roots as the words choke up in your throat and your hips rut forward acutely, because you ache for more, it hurts the way you ache for him, a rampant fire fusing in your abdomen and pinching at your waist, always wanting more and more and more of him. And he knows it.

He pulls away languidly, mouth dragging slow from your clit in his release, the vulgar soppy pop enhancing and accompanying his pornographic actions. “Taste so fucking good,” He slurs. “So so pretty, look at you, my pretty baby.”

His fingers trace where his mouth has just been, roaming delicately like he’s trying to familiarise himself and he’s quiet, unnaturally so, murmuring to himself as your chest rises and falls, your heavy breath the only disturbance to the peace. Your teeth dig anxiously into your lip, wondering what his lack of comprehensible words and his careful touch could mean, you can bet that you’ll come to the same conclusion; nothing, all of this means nothing and you’re thinking too deep into it like you always do. You don’t imagine his brain can form too complex thoughts at the moment, taken over by the primal base of needing to fuck and being clouded in dope. So, you feel it, feel the slimy glob of saliva that he expels from his mouth, you feel the way it dribbles filthily down to your fluttering hole and the pad of his finger catches it before he presses into you and you’re gasping sharply at the intrusion.

“Ohh….yeah.”

“Need to stretch you out,” he says, his finger dragging and chafing across your walls torturously, as you suck him in with every languid pull. “You’re so fucking tight around my fingers, gonna be fucking delicious around my cock, huh?”

“Uh huh.”

“Yeah? Fuck, you got me so hard baby.”

His finger is thick, so fucking thick and long that you feel him so wholey, when he slips another finger in, your hole stretching barely to accommodate the extra width, pumping them out in a quicker succession that has you trembling and keening. His thumb pressing between the lips of your cunt, flicking fast across your clit as he continues to fuck you with his fingers, curling them to brush against the barrier of your walls; driving you closer and closer to that steep-cliff edge. He’s got you completely at his will like this, persistent and vigorous with the way he’s pleasuring you and his words only send you reeling further. “You’re so fucking hot like this, almost ready to take my fat cock.” The sounds are downright obscene, moist squelches that follow the drag of his fingers and ring continuously in your ears. He’s got you like this, so wet, so ready, so desperate, teeth bruising at your lips in the hopes that you can curb the volume of your moans, fiery curses and the shameless whines of his name. “I should really use three fingers huh…you’re so tight, but you like it don’t you, little fucking slut loves it when it hurts.”

A strangled noise bubbles at the back of your throat as the term shudders through you. “Oh my god. Oh my god.”

“Close?”

“So so close,” you breathe.

He hums contentedly and before you know it everything's amplifying, the stress of his thumb increases to vigorous rubs, fingers pumping you raw, fast and rough, he’s shoving and jerking in and out of your cunt. And you’re sizzling, your skin is sizzling, the downpour of spring rain does nothing to cool you down and instead sinks and perspires like steam. Your eyes are screwed permanently shut whilst you feel it—everything, his insistent thick fingers, his breath fanning over your thigh arising goosebumps from the flesh, the fact that you both must look like a picture to passerbyers and ceasing to give a shit. Everything is too much and yet not enough. “Need, need—” You jolt.

Nothing. “Fuck.”

The feeling of emptiness crashes too suddenly when he pulls away from you completely, dismissing your oncoming climax, drifting you into a harsh halt that has you shivering, limbs rattling uncontrollably and gasping laboriously for air to fill your lungs. Briefly, you wonder if this is how it must feel for him, when he’s coming down from a high and sinking into reality, the dizziness, the numbness, the cold that invades you like violent waves. It makes you crave, crave for more, another sinful taste, to return to the overwhelming heady feels of beautiful pleasure. And you get it. His touch does nothing to calm you, searing in their trail to land at your waist, clasp persistent at tugging you closer and resting his forehead against yours.

“Christ Jungkook, that—” Words fail on you, fumbling at the tip of your tongue in the depth of the haziness surrounding you. It’s at this point that you know you’d do anything to have him, to prompt him in completing the wreckage he’s caused. “—that.”

His chest must be blooming in pride at your appearance, flushed and glazed wet, knowing he is still to make a mess of you. “You need time?” He asks, and his voice plays distorted and far in your ears, like he’s miles away from where you feel him.

You shake your head hastily, hands clasping the sides of his face to ground you from the shudders of elation. “No—no, fuck me now, like it when I’m sensitive.”

“God, you’re so fucking good.”

His mouth crashes against yours and there’s nothing tame about it, nothing that flutters at your heart, and releases butterflies to cause ruckus in your stomach. It’s raw and it’s carnal and it’s thrilling enough for you to understand why you love it, your teeth clacking together, lips squashing and merging, as he kisses you chaotically; messy licks into each other’s mouths, heads ducking and lolling about as you push and fight for dominance, his teeth, sharp and purposeful, sinking piercingly on your bottom lip until you submit. He draws blood and the tang of iron on your taste pallets has you feeling heady. His kisses, unloving and brutal, are still as ever breathtaking. And they travel, fleeting across your skin, curving at your jaw and making home in the nook of your neck. He pulls at the elasticity of your skin, scraping and sucking at it and your hands make work at his trousers.

“No marks.” You rush out in haste, yanking his trousers and boxers down. “No marks—Fuck.” You’ve got a leg wrapped around his waist, hands locked behind his neck when he sinks you onto his cock, mushroom head stretching at your hole painfully and it burns, supine heat that inflames your insides because his cock is so fucking big that no matter how well or not he preps you, your walls will always quiver at the girthy drag. “Fuck, you’re so big, oh my god.”

“Take me so well though—” His mouth is pressed at the crevice above your collarbone as he hums, bottomed out inside you, and waits. “—tight little bitch taking every inch of my cock.” Jungkook doesn’t listen to you though, never does, his mouth plucks and draws out marks of his stake on you that are always a pain to excuse. But you’re too far gone to care, all you can feel is him, so full of his cock that nothing else matters.

You clutch at him tighter. “Move, move, want you to fuck me hard Jungkook, make it hurt.”

The sensitivity of having him inside you hits when you feel his cock twitch at his words, you feel the rapid tiny sway, pressing him deeper and your breath hitches shakily. “Yeah. You want me to fucking ruin you, show you who you belong to?”

“Yes.” His cock slides out, the forceful resistance leaving you aching until it’s only the tip left and he’s bottoming out again, rocking slowly. “Yes—oh, fuck Jungkook, please.”

“You like that?” He grunts. “Like when I fuck you slow, when I make you feel every fucking inch of my fat cock.”

“Yes. Fuck, yes.”

The pace is agonising, leaving you feeling almost barren for moments that last too long. He’s fucking you deep, dragging out every single second, every inch so you feel it, so that it takes over and you’re mewling and whimpering pathetically. His hips slam into yours, lodging his cock, pressing it further and you’re drowning in it, like this it feels like forever, like you could be stuck in his arms and you wouldn’t mind it one bit. Have him biting at your skin, fingers bruising on your body, have him loving you. The thought itself is daunting, how much you want it, and it’s unfair he’s giving you this teaser, plunging his cock into you unhurriedly almost as if he wants this to last as well—almost. Not enough. “More,” you beg, the intensity is burning at you and you might just fall apart if he continues at this. “Please need more.”

He chuckles. “Always want more, don’t you? want me to fuck you fast, fuck you and own you like a pretty slut.”

You nod. Yes.

“Fuck, turn around.”

It’s quick now and the excitement of that roars at you, as he swivels you around, bending you over, stomach pressed up onto a metal bar and your legs spread behind you. There’s no restraint, and he’s thrusting into you without prior warning, hands tight on your hips as he begins to pound into you, how you’ve both wanted it. “Ah yes yes yes.”

He’s hammering into you, frantic and possessive, his cock filling you out and keeping you blissed as he brushes at your cervix, prodding, probing, adrenaline unwavering. And the sheer brute force reminds you exactly where you are, the merry go round you’ve been perched on, lurching at his actions, swinging you around in a way that makes you dizzy as the scene around you blurs. It’s unhygienic and filthy, the rain that falls causing the sound of your skins slapping together just that bit more raucous, and your skin feels murky with the mixture of your sweat dribbling down your face.

“Fuck, your cunt is so fucking good.” His palm splays at your stomach, the other prying at your wrist forcing an arm behind your back, as he re-adjusts himself, never ceasing up on you. “All mine, you take cock like a fucking slut, just for me huh.”

The whimpers tremble at your lips and your back arches away from him and it’s maddening. He’s got you so under his control, your thoughts are clouded with nothing but him, and he’s fucking you so so good, it hurts. “Fuck I— ngh, yes. All for you.”

“I know. My. Pretty. Slut.” His words are punctuated with steely thrusts, stealing your breath and choking you up with every one.

Your body is trembling, and you can feel the way the tension tightens in a loop as he continues to fuck into you with vicious intent, you’ll feel him tomorrow, you know it, feel the weight of his cock inside you, feel his balls, heavy and full slapping against you. His fingers reach to press at your neck, clenching tight and pushing further and further, you itch to scratch at his grasp and give you back the breath that he’s taking from you, the blood pounds at the back of your neck as you struggle and struggle and he pushes further. You’ll feel it and need him again, like a drug. When you’re so heady, you match his wavelength, floaty and submitted to the throes of hedonism. And the comedown is like a bullet train, the crown of his cock angling to hit right there, the spot that has you screaming his name as the loop snaps and you lose your breath. Everything is white noise, humming and buzzing as he chases the peak of his orgasm, cum released into you, string after string and he holds you. His arm loops beneath your breast holding you back onto his chest, tight, unwilling to let go.

“Don’t go.”

You won’t. Tomorrow, you promise. Tomorrow.

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Once again, my dear friends, the Points are ten! For the tale of a thief and a cobbler which verdict, in the end?

Here in Italy a group of YouTubers managed to work together for a voicedub all dedicated to the cobbled version of “The Thief and the Cobbler”. I actually was more aware of just some of its elements: two versions exist, with the full edited version being the most complete and praised, and that there’s this ZigZag guy that talks in rhyme, voiced by none other than Vincent Price (of course, not that surpising!).

So, how was it? Let’s find out!

1) Ok, you sure this guy is not related to Wile E. Coyote? Everytime he’s on screen, it’s like watching a longer version of a Road Runner cartoon!

(Seriously, that’s a Wile E. Coyote pose right there!)

2) Wow, “By the Book” bandits! You don’t see that everyday!

3) Kid, you sure get tanned fast! As someone as white as mozzarella cheese, I can relate.

4) Man, live women are being used as a throne! Ok then! o_o

5) You big bad one, that army is so pointy that it’s a safety hazard! Sure it’d be a shame if something happened to it... *Tack does his thing* Told you.

6) *25 minutes later* Oh my gosh, it’s still going?? Ok, either Tack was incredibly lucky, or you One Eye dude just over did it with your army! I’m going with the latter.

7) Gold over girls; that thief’s got his mind straight! ...or maybe he’s aromantic.

8) That old lady kinda reminds me of Mama Odie: same kind of kooky wisdom.

9) One Eye’s death: I sleep

Zigzag’s death: I’m looking!

You can’t even see him getting eaten alive: you just see his eyes and mouth. This only makes it even more surreal! He died as he lived: rhyming all the way. Truthfully, a death befitting of a Vincent Price’s character.

10) For being such a pipsqueak, kid’s got a deep voice! No wonder he was using it sparingly: takes everyone by surprise! ^_^

Ok, so the movie’s over! How was it?

You can definitely see how much ambition there was behind the project: the animation is incredibly fluid and detailed, especially considering everything was hand-drawn! Which is kinda its weak point: sometimes the story takes a halt to focus on ways the characters (especially the Thief) can interact with their surroundings, kinda padding the story, which is a simple tale, albeit one that works. 

Ok, I could be VERY biased, of course: the thing is, I really enjoyed Zigzag’s character, and everytime he was onscreen, he was always captivating, for the way he moves, and his rhyming, and I wanted the story to continue so I could enjoy his presence some more.

(BTW this guy’s got six fingers... HE’S THE AUTHOR OF THE JOURNALS!!)

There’s amazing work on Tack and the Thief: since both characters are mute, character animation is everything, from the eyes to their movements, making their performances really enjoyable and endearing (even tho’, admittedly, I often felt the Thief’s scenes were stretched a lot, but usually those were the scenes where the animation gave its all, so that’s a good point to make) and this movie is very good if you’re searching tips about animating silent characters.

Anyway, in its own rights, this movie deserves to be watched: while the story is simple and panned, the animation and work behind it is so amazing that anyone in the art field NEEDS to watch it, either for artistic or historic means. If you are able to watch it, please do: it’ll be a very worthwhile experience!